NaNo Day 11: Lest We Forget

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, 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.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

My favorite poem by John McCrae, penned in 1915.

Don't know how many words will be written in the first part of the day as I take a moment to remember those gone, those fallen and those who are fighting still. Remembrance Day took a very personal meaning for me recently.

Lest We Forget.