In observance of Veteran's Day, the Atlanta-Fulton Public Library System will be closed. To honor this day, here's a poem from World War I written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, a Canadian doctor. Many thanks to the men and women across time who have bravely fought in battle, to those who have lovingly tended the wounded, as well as to those who have kept the home-fires burning.
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.
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Flanders_Fields
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