|Ceramic Poppy Display at The Tower of London|
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
From "For the Fallen"~Laurence Binyon
|One poppy for each fallen Commonwealth soldier of WWI|
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 flailing 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
In Flanders fields. ~John McCrae
It isn't just another day. It is a day to mourn. A day to pay tribute. A day to remember. Zichronam Livracha. May their memories forever be for blessing.
Some music for the day. Lest we ever forget.