
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, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army





This was my home four years ago on Christmas eve day when 100 km/hour winds, combined with 24 foot tides and a two foot storm surge scoured our eastern shore line and moved things around. As you can see I got all the firewood I needed plus eight inches of water in the cabin! The shoreline was eroded four feet bringing the beach within two feet of the cabin....I moved in the spring!