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In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies grow
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.

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November 10, 2017 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Lo più te fa noi

July 25, 2017 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Summertime Rhyme

July 13, 2017 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Between our two lives

by Matsuo Bashō

Between our two lives
there is also the life of
the cherry blossom.

May 2, 2017 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

A Light Exists In Spring

by Emily Dickinson

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Pumpkin Feeder

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November 17, 2016 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

OCTOBER GOES

by Virna Sheard

The Ballad of the Quest, Carry On!

October goes, and its colors all pass:
At dawn there’s a silver film on the grass,
And the reeds are shining as pipes of glass,
But yesterweek where the cloud waves rolled
Down a wind-swept sky that was grey, and cold,
Sailed the hunter’s moon,—a galleon of gold!
And now in the very depth of the night
It is just a little flame, blown and white,
Or a broken-winged moth on a weary flight.
But the steadfast trees at the forest rim,
And the pines in places scented and dim,
Still wait for one hunter, and watch for him.
And the wind in the branches whispers, “Why?”
And the yellow leaves that go rustling by,
Say only, “Remember,” and sigh,—and sigh.

October 1, 2016 at 3:02 pm Leave a comment

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