:: 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.
— by John McCrae, May
Today we went to see the National Remembrance Day in Ottawa. It was bitterly cold, and I had my tuque on, good gloves and a good coat. It was a very moving ceremony, especially when the mounted cannons started firing and the bagpipes were playing. There is something about that musical instrument that really moves me. Standing outside, I was amazed at the crowd; so many people had come to attend this ceremony, many of them much younger than I. In some ways, it gave me hope in these troublesome times. Hope in mankind, that all of us gathered together and thank all of those wonderful veterans who gave their lives for many of them, for us.

Colours: Q. Gold, Transparent orange, Cadmium Red, Cobalt Blue, Carbazone Violet
Fountain Pen: Platinum Carbon Desk Fountain Pen EF, Black, Japan
Paper: hand•book field watercolor journal
Size: 8″ x 8″



















































