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>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 David Bircumshaw Leicester, England Home Page A Chad's Alphabet Painting Without Numbers www.paintstuff.20m.com/index.htm http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/index.htm ----- 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" > - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - >