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.
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.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Wake 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
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
-John McCrae, May 1915
Today is the day before Remembrance day, and there will be a ceremony at school to honor those who have given their lives for our country, and those who risk their lives for us still.
I wanted to honor in our own way, our family members who have fought in the past, and those who still do today.
Today's lunch is dedicated to Lily's great-grandfather Carman, cousin Jason, and uncle Charlie.
You're truly heros to us all
In This Lunch:
Strawberry jam sandwich on whole wheat (wrapped in plastic wrap)
Green fruit roll-up
Apple fruit leather camouflage
Strawberry fruit leather poppy
Cheese slice poppy center colored with food marker
Triscuit ground
Yoghurt covered raisin headstones
Snow pea grass
Plastic swords
Carrot sticks (to represent our troops who stand on guard for us all)
Follow-Up
Plastic wrap is perfect for preventing the invasion of the goo!
The only thing not eaten in this lunch were the yoghurt covered raisins
(apparently, the combo freaks her out)
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