Hi bloggers! Today I'm writing about Remembrance Day. I would like to personally thank all the soldiers who helped our country to be what it is today (although they probably won't read this). Also, on an unrelated note, happy birthday to my friend Brock tomorrow.  Lest we forget our fallen soldiers. That's all for now. Now, a Remembrance Day poem:

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.                                                                 

                              -John McCrae 
                                   May 1915



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