Poetry...

I failed on the Poetry Project lately. I am a bad co-host! I am back to host for November, though, and I am determined to get back on track. Mr. Linky won't be up until Wednesday, but I wanted to at least announce the topic for November: War Remembrance. This can be interpreted anyway that you choose. I just thought it was a fitting topic for November.

The poem that I always think of during this time of year is 'In Flanders Fields'. I even have it memorized. I find this fact very impressive. I decided to share it below and look forward to whatever others read during this month.

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.