This Monday is Memorial Day. Some people think of this as the start of the summer season, and it has become that in recent years. But we hope that our readers will take a few minutes out of their day to remember those who have died in wars so that we can enjoy the freedom of summer.

The following poem says it best:

In Flanders Fields

By John McCrae (1872-1918)

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.

Meg Morgan Norris

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