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Friday, 10 November 2017

Veterans Day at Lake Pointe Village (Remembrance Day to us Canadians)

                                                 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

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