On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month — stillness fell across the fields of Europe.
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies grow
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.
1 song for today –> Hero’s Song (Brendan James)
You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. –> AA Milne
Take care,
Aly
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