Click the Flag for Lyrics to "Land Of The Free". I wrote this in November 2001 as America was formulating a military response to 9/11. I sincerely believed that our President and our Congressional Leadership would focus attention on Bin Laden and company. Like most of our country, I was a sad, angry, proud American and I desired revenge for the loss of thousands of innocent humans that tragic day. "Land Of The Free" says it well and sadly, America strayed from the primary objective. Each day I read the latest death toll in Iraq and it reminds me of how far off course we are.
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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.
This was the poem written by World War I Colonel John McCrae, a surgeon with Canada 's First Brigade Artillery. It expressed McCrae's grief over the "row on row" of graves of soldiers who had died on Flanders ' battlefields, located in a region of western Belgium and northern France. The poem presented a striking image of the bright red flowers blooming among the rows of white crosses and became a rallying cry to all who fought in the First World War. The first printed version of it reportedly was in December 1915, in the British magazine Punch.
