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IN FLANDERS FIELDS

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.

Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, Canadian Army (1872 - 1918)

Bob

Bob Terwilliger said...

> http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
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> IN FLANDERS FIELDS


Bob,

That's one heck of a menu AND a funny poem!

Best,

Andy
--
Eat first, talk later.

"Andy" > wrote in message ...
> Bob Terwilliger said...
>
>> http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
>>
>> IN FLANDERS FIELDS
>
>
> Bob,
>
> That's one heck of a menu AND a funny poem!
>
> Best,
>
> Andy
> --
> Eat first, talk later.



And just 'WHERE is the humour in this Poem.??...!!

Bigbazza (Barry) Oz

"Bigbazza" > wrote in message
...
>
> "Andy" > wrote in message
> ...
>> Bob Terwilliger said...
>>
>>> http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
>>>
>>> IN FLANDERS FIELDS
>>
>>
>> Bob,
>>
>> That's one heck of a menu AND a funny poem!
>>
>> Best,
>>
>> Andy
>> --
>> Eat first, talk later.
>
>
>
> And just 'WHERE is the humour in this Poem.??...!!
> Bigbazza (Barry) Oz

In Andy's ****ed up brain. He's related to Jerry Sauk, you know.

On Sat, 9 May 2009 21:16:13 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
> wrote:

>http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
>
>IN FLANDERS FIELDS
>
>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.
>
>Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, Canadian Army (1872 - 1918)
>
>Bob

Yes indeed we lost alot of our boys in the great war WW1, but I don't
see what Andy sees is funny in the poem.

said...

> On Sat, 9 May 2009 21:16:13 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
> > wrote:
>
>>http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
>>
>>IN FLANDERS FIELDS
>>
>>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.
>>
>>Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, Canadian Army (1872 - 1918)
>>
>>Bob
>
> Yes indeed we lost alot of our boys in the great war WW1, but I don't
> see what Andy sees is funny in the poem.


I incorrectly pictured hunters shooting at the birds from the first stanza.

Andy
--
Eat first, talk later.

On Sat, 9 May 2009 21:16:13 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
> wrote:

>http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
>
>IN FLANDERS FIELDS
>
>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.
>
>Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, Canadian Army (1872 - 1918)

They shall not grow old,
as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
and in the morning
We will remember them.
- Laurence Binyon

--
mad

Mack A. Damia wrote:
> On Sat, 9 May 2009 21:16:13 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
> > wrote:
>
>> http://i42.tinypic.com/eldz7a.jpg
>>
>> IN FLANDERS FIELDS
>>
>> 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.
>>
>> Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, Canadian Army (1872 - 1918)
>
> They shall not grow old,
> as we that are left grow old:
> Age shall not weary them,
> nor the years condemn.
> At the going down of the sun
> and in the morning
> We will remember them.
> - Laurence Binyon
>

That was beautiful. Made me think about my Mom who I am deeply missing
this and every Mothers' Day.

Thanks.

--
Janet Wilder
Way-the-heck-south Texas
Spelling doesn't count. Cooking does.