Armistice Day…”on this day, at the 11th hour on the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, the Great War ends.”

Somehow this is not something that is celebrated here in the United States. We call it Veterans Day…but there is something meaningful about those words. 11… 11… 11… The Great War Ends.

My making is at a stand still… as is my reading. Nothing new started. Nothing in process finished.

So…I thought I’d share In Flanders Field by John McRae

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.

And in poking around the interwebs, I found this piece from Charlie Brown that I have never, ever seen before. Leave it to Linus…

I hope your making and reading has been more productive than mine this week! If you wrote a post to share, please leave your link below and thank you!

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