Monday, May 30, 2011

Memorial Day 2011

Time and miles have flown by since I last posted.  We are cool, dry and blowing in the wind in Ruidoso Downs, New Mexico.  Plans are to spend the summer here but, as usual, our plans are set in jello and can change any time.

As a tribute to those who have given so much for our country I am sharing the poem "In Flanders Fields" written Canadian Lt. Col. John McCrae, a medical doctor.

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.

A big thank you to those who are currently serving, also.