November 11, 2005

We Remember

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.

Posted by: Warren Kelly at 08:11 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment
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1 I'm the idiot here, but who wrote that? Also, it's good to finally find your blog! Where do you live, dude?

Posted by: Marty Duren at November 19, 2005 06:57 AM (bGvue)

2 {EDIT -- I GOOFED BIG ON THIS ONE} The poem is "In Flander's Field" by Lt. Col. John Macrae. And it's about time you stopped in here! lol. I'm in southern Ohio.

Posted by: Warren at November 19, 2005 10:04 AM (DPRNU)

3 Are you anywhere near Ginghamsburg UMC and Michael Slaughter?

Posted by: Marty Duren at November 21, 2005 06:06 PM (YUMpG)

4 They're about 150 miles NW of me. I'm so far south, we're almost Kentucky/West Virginia.

Posted by: Warren at November 21, 2005 09:16 PM (DPRNU)

5 I was there for a conference last year--what an awesome people. Slaughter said, "We should never build any building that future generations could not easily sell for another use if that is what God led them to do." That blew me away. You coming to SBC in Greensboro?

Posted by: Marty Duren at November 22, 2005 09:23 AM (nSITo)

6 Planning on it as of right now -- hoping to get there for the debate/discussion at the Pastor's Conference.

Posted by: Warren at November 22, 2005 04:49 PM (DPRNU)

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