Veterans Walk of Honor

Veterans Walk of Honor. . , 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 with with us who die , we shall not sleep though poppies grow , in Flanders Fields. , John McRae , Died in France world war one, When you go home tell them for us and say for your tomorrow we gave our today, High Flight , Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth , And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; , Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth , of sun-split clouds, , and done a hundred things , You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung , High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there, , I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung , My eager craft through footless halls of air.... , Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue , I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace. , Where never lark, or even eagle flew , , And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod , The high untrespassed sanctity of space, , – Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. , John Gillespie Magee Jr., Veterans Walk of Honor , In honor and memory of those who served in defense of their country so that all may enjoy freedom