journaling:
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.


john mc crae


at our house a memorial day does not pass without the purchase of a buddy poppy.


supplies:
katie pertiet:
Lightly Letter Box Paper Pack
Letter Box Brushes and Stamps No. 03
Letter Box Brushes and Stamps No. 03
Vintage Photo Frames No. 15
Mixed Bag Brushes and Stamps No. 03
Scribbled and Scratched Photo Frame Brushes and Stamps No. 01
Rounded Corner Stitching Holes Brushes and Stamps
Stars and Stripes Paper Pack
Dried Brush Frames (Square) Brushes and Stamps
lynng:
Geometric Hints Brushes and Stamps No. 02


pattie knox:
Pin Its!: Pearls


fonts: century gothic, jefferson.