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Lest we forget, Memorial Day is more than just an excuse for a three day weekend.

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.

- Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae

Memorial Day, 2009 - The Big Picture

My chorus sang a version of this poem set to music for our Spring concert. It was this sort of achingly, hauntingly beautiful arrangement, I loved it.

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