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.
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.
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.
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.
If we stop believing in Old Glory, if we forget those who gave their lives so we may live free, we will destroy ourselves. This flag stands for America just like all the flags of other nations stand for their nation. Don't forget it. Blood was spilled, families were broken, children were without a parent because their loved ones choose your freedom over their own lives.
Just a reminder, there is another kind of freedom too.
Kitties all have their own personalities. My last kitty was my best kitty. She followed me everywhere. When I went to bed she did too. Always touching me and near me. I loved her so very much.
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Have a purrfect Feline Friday and weekend, my friend. Big hugs. ♥
Boots was such a wonderful guy and I see lots of orange goodness in that sweet pest! We always honir our heroes every single day here.
ReplyDeleteBoots was a handsome boy. I am sorry he is no longer with you. I am glad you opened your heart to this little trouble maker though :)
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