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...
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...
John McCrae, In Flanders Fields (1915)
Early this morning, we went to our village's green for a ceremony commemorating Memorial Day. The marching band played, solemn speeches were heard, the Gettysburg Address was recited, God Bless America was sung, In Flanders Fields was spoken, Taps was trumpeted, guns saluted, the wreath was placed, and the American Flag was raised by the Scouts.
It was a beautiful morning made more so, by such a moving, respectful, well attended ceremony.
Happy Memorial Day.


























