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
- Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, 1872-1918
Ohohoh! I forgot about that poem - I totally remember someone reading it aloud in some college class years ago. Beautiful - and thanks so much for sharing!
Fitting for today.
Nice remembrance :)
Thanks, all. It's one of my faves. Laura, John McCrae was Canadian so it is a Remembrance Day staple around here.
When I was in High School my quartet sang this at a competition. It was so beautiful and so moving. Several people cried every time we sang it. I almost cried when we sang it.
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