Monday, May 31, 2010

Memorial Day

Memorial Day Poem – In Flanders Field
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.

Memorial Day is a day for remembering fallen soldiers. While we remember members of our own families that have fought for the freedom of this country, we should also think of all those that have sacrificed their lives for the red, white and blue, from world wars to foreign wars to civil war. And just as we think of those that have fallen, we should also thank all of those that have sacrificed portions of their lives, selflessly fighting for our freedom. Thank you and may you be blessed abundantly for your contributions to our country.

The Bonnie Bath Co.

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