Saturday, May 28, 2011

Memorial Day

For my uncle, who served in the Pacific in World War II

And for my Grandpa, who served in the Army in World War I

In Flanders Fields by John McRae

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.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Immaculate Mary

I'm late in posting this - in honor of Our Lady in this month of May.