>A list who kindly invited me to his party
> tonight reminded me that it's the Winter Solstice, so how about turning
this
> little cease-fire into a celebration before we're done? Thanks--Candice
>
Hey, Candice, before any flak comes out, in the Antipodes it is (or was)
the Summer Solstice (wink)
As far as I can find out the shortest day (in the North) is often the two
shortest days, i.e. Dec 21/22 are sometimes of equal length. I dun if anyone
can shed any light, so to speak, on this matter.
Best
Dave
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Leicester, England
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Candice Ward" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Saturday, December 22, 2001 1:17 AM
Subject: FW: Poem by NonStopNY (inspired by: McCrae's "In Flanders Fields"
[1915])
> Forwarded with NonStopNY's permission after she sent it to me
back-channel.
>
> Let me just add a word of appreciation for all the poems posted today, and
> encourage those who haven't posted anything (yet) to contribute a poem
> before the midnight deadline. A listee who kindly invited me to his party
> tonight reminded me that it's the Winter Solstice, so how about turning
this
> little ceasefire into a celebration before we're done? Thanks--Candice
>
>
>
> Inspired by John McCrae's 1915 poem "In Flanders Fields,"
> I adapted his lines to commemorate Sep?t. 11 in NYC:
>
>
> Manhattan September 11, 2001
>
> Near shattered steel, the searchers go
> Where stood twin towers, proudly so,
> That stretched from downtown to the sky
> Where larks, still bravely singing, fly
> Scarce heard amid the din below.
>
> We are the Dead. Short days ago
> We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
> Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
> 'Neath shattered steel.
>
> Take up our quarrel with the foe:
> To you from once strong hands we throw
> The torch. It's yours to hold it high.
> If you break faith with us who die
> We shall not sleep, though buildings rise
> From shattered steel.
> [log in to unmask]
> www.nonstopny.com
>
> I live a half-mile from the World Trade Center, and witnessed the first
> plane racing over my roof at 8:40 AM, the crash, the fire, and the twin
> towers' collapse. My adaption of "Flanders Fields" is dedicated to the
> victims and those who loved them.
>
>
> = = here is McCrae's original 15-line poem from 1915 = =
>
> John McCrae's 1915 poem "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 faith with us who die
> We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
> In Flanders Fields.
> -- John McCrae
>
> John McCrae's 1915 poem "In Flanders Fields"
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