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.
What a beautiful and very touching poem! It is important to have days where we honor those who are no longer physically with us. Especially those veterans who have fought with the ultimate sacrifice for our freedoms. I've lost a lot of very special people in my life, as I am sure that many of you have, and their memories are very dear to my heart.
So delicate! Love it!
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ReplyDeleteMooka as plant leaves - cool!
ReplyDeleteHi Sue, I have just been scrolling down your pages of beautiful Zentangles. It is taking me a while to catch up with the challenges I've missed. I always enjoy seeing your lovely creations.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, using mooka as the stems was very clever.
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