We will not forget.

Picture drawn by my five year old Daughter Maisie.

In Remembrance

Amanda.x.

We Shall Keep The Faith

Picture courtesy of Philip Klinger through Flickr 

Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet - to rise anew!

We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.

We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.

And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.
In Flanders Fields we fought

by Moina Micheals

Lest We Forget

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.

Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.

They were stauch to the end against odds uncounted,

They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;

Age shall not wreay them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,

We will remember them.


Amanda.x.