We’re back from our holiday to New Hampshire which was everything a short family trip should be: relaxing and fun. Â There are things to complain about tell but that can wait for tomorrow. Today, being Veterans Day here in the USA and Remembrance Day in Canada, calls for a more sombre and reflective mood.Â
Being in the USA today means I haven’t seen anyone wearing poppies and I haven’t yet hear a recitation of In Flanders Fields (a poem written by a Canadian soldier during the First World War, traditionally recited on Remembrance Day in Canada) so I decided this year I would have to do it myself.
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.
