by John McCrae 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 […]

Do not stand at my grave And weep. I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds That blow. I am the diamond glints On snow. I am the sunlight On ripened grain. I am the gentle Autumn rain. When you awaken In the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting […]

Show me the way to go home I’m tired and I want to go to bed I had a little drink about an hour ago And it’s gone right to my head Everywhere I roam Over land or sea or foam You can always hear me singing this song Show me the way to go […]

By Isla Paschal Richardson If I should ever leave you, Whom I love To go along the silent way…Grieve not. Nor speak of me with tears. But laugh and talk of me As if I were beside you there. (I’d come… I’d come, Could I but find a way! But would not tears and And […]