Lest We Forget

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

For all those who have lived through, fought and died in war.

Happy Rememberer Day.

Though I've never really found Remembrance Day happy...

Neither have I. I don't think the Happy was added until it started being used in commercial advertisement.

Here's a poem I wrote a while back, but probably fits in with this day:

I thought we had it all with each other
Though there was no one to help us
You had me and I had you for the time
Amongst the unrest souls that was enough

But fate had a cruel plan in mind
Took you away to fight a war
That was not ours in the first place
All I could do was scream and hold you close

You wrote to me everyday and I to you
Suddenly the letters stopped and so did the news
I loved you too much to imagine the worst
So all I did was hope and pray for the best

Thinking of you in the middle of bloodshed
And the wounded soldiers and injured souls
Was enough to send my heart into a frenzy
And give me the horrible nightmares

I remember the nights I spent crying
Everytime I heard mention of a death
Deep down I knew well enough
That you had not left me alone

A year has gone by and the war is won
As I wait at the station glancing at each face
My ray of hope shines bright
Trying to land the spotlight on you

Before I could comprehend anything else
I feel strong arms wrap around me
Your familiar feel surrounds my aura
I let out a relieved breath and a grin appears

Your gaze is solely locked on mine
A gentle touch of your fingers on my skin
I look back into your eyes unable to move
Yet soon, I lean forward and capture your lips in mine

You envelope me in a comforting hug
I know I am right where I belong
In your arms safe and sound
You've finally come back home to me<3

Yeaaaah... I added the 'happy' on reluctantly... I don't find it particularly happy either but... I felt the need to put some sentiment at the end (If only to unconfuse the poor non-Canadians) and apparently have been brainwashed into only being able to say happy

Also... it was six in the morning, I was uncreative.

And also.. Awww nice Rev... I just stole my poem. However John McCrae was a bad ass, who was born in my home town sooooooo

Nuff said