Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Today I laid some flowers at the Canadian Combat Memorial Cenotaph.
Lest we not forget....
In Flanders Fields
By Lieutenant John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
In Flanders Fields the Poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The Larks, still singing bravely, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
in Flanders fields.
Take up our Quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
Pictures shot at Gardens of Old York and Thor's Place.
Clothing/Glasses from Artilleri, Hair Shop Seu, Skin Redgrave, Shoes Adam n'Eve Shoes,