Tuesday, November 11, 2003

Sorry for the long period without posts, I've been tied up night and day in a software conference. Today is Remembrance Day in Canada, as marked by this poem. It's also an explanation of why Canadians can be seen sporting plastic red poppies on this day. In times of war like we have now, they are words worth noting, I think. As said John McCrae:

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.

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