Nothing to do with carpet cleaning, but tommorrow is Rememberence Sunday, I will be on the summit of Great Gable along with over 1000 others for the simple service held there every year. At 11am for two minutes there, mountaineers will stand in silence thinking of those to whom we all owe so much.
'In Flanders Fields' by John McCrrae.
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.
Dave.
