Monday, May 31, 2010

In Flanders Fields

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.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Making a Comeback

It is quite possible that the enormous headache I am dealing with today could be from the number of potential blog posts I have floating around in my brain. With the end of the school year, dance, volleyball and only one more trip on the horizon, I may actually have time to put thoughts to paper, or keyboard, sometime in the near future. Until then...