Carpe Diem Distillation – May 17, 2014

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.

© John McCrae

poppies among graves
our crosses marking rows
nature’s muted by guns

’twas recently that
alive and so joyfully
we walked the Earth

remember your goal
bring victory to our home land
now our job is done

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