In honor of all those who face the giants of their day, bravely standing, and willing to fall, in order to protect all that they hold dear. We take time to say “Thank You” for your commitment and sacrifice.
As we mark the 100th year of the poppy and all that it represents, we feel no one could express a better sentiment than Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, who penned this poem on May 3, 1915, to honor a friend who had given the greatest of all sacrifices the day before.
In Flanders Fields
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.
May we always take time to Remember!
Sinerely,
The Rosts