Memorial Day Poem


Memorial Day 

red paper poppies

small town parades

flags and gunned salutes

flowers at headstones


quiet lives of liberty


by Lori Lipsky, May 2014

photo: iStockphoto/dabjola



My new poem, The Private’s Wife may be found over at The Barn Door. Thank you for your comments and kind support.

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Memorial Day Poppies

Poppies by Lori Lipsky

Poppies, parades
Cemetery ceremonies
Fireworks, flags, and
Picnics in the park

Reminders to remember
Soldiers who have served,
Sacrificed all so
We might celebrate liberty


And here is a classic Memorial Day poem:
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae, 1915

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.


photo credit: iStockphoto/Michiel de Boer