Wednesday, November 9, 2011



      By John McCrae

In Flanders Field the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place and in the sky
The Larks, still bravely singing fly
Scare heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead Short days ago
We lived, felt dawns, saw sunsets 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.

"I am a Canadian, free to speak without fear, free to worship in my own way, free to stand for what I think right, free to oppose what I believe wrong, or free to choose those who shall govern my country.  This Heritage of Freedom I pledge to uphold for myself and all Mankind."

                                                  -----John Diefenbaker-----

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