POEMS FOR OUR FALLEN HEROES


Rest Easy…Sleep Well, my Brothers;
Know that the Line has held…
Your Job is Done!

Rest Easy…Sleep Well;
Others have taken up where You  fell…
The line has held!

Peace…Peace…and, Farewell!


In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
May 3, 1913

In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow,
Between the Crosses, Row on Row –
That mark our places!
And, in the sky,
The Larks, still bravely singing, fly –
Scarce heard, among 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 falling hands we throw –
The torch be yours, to hold it high!
If you break faith with us who die –
We shall not sleep…though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.


The Young Dead Soldiers
                               By:  Archibold McLeish

The Young Dead Soldiers do not speak;
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses;
Who has not heard them?
They have a silence that speaks for them at night –
and, when the clock counts.
They say:  “We were young;  We have Died.  Remember Us!”They say:  “We have done what we could, but until it is finished,
it is NOT done!”
They say:  “We have given our lives, but until it is finished,
no one can know what our lives gave.”
They say:  “Our Deaths are not ours…they are yours…
they will mean what you make of them.”
They say:  “Whether our lives and our deaths were for peace
and a new hope, or for nothing…we cannot say…it is you
who must say this.”
They say:  “We leave you our deaths.  Give them their meaning!”
“We Were Young,” they say, “We Have Died…Remember Us!”