Lest we Forget!

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.

by John McCrae, May 1915


Beautiful day for Remembrance Sunday. Early mass and then the procession to the cenotaph. The boys were very good, behaved really well and reverent, as it was a long morning. Was a very lovely service. I didn't take my camera with me so nipped back later to get some photos.

Been a lazy day for the rest of sunday, much needed.

Hope you've had a good day xxx