In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
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.
“We will remember them“
8 comments
A beautiful post Vivienne.
I will be remembering and will wear my poppy with pride today.
We will indeed Vivienne….wearing my poppy with pride too,
Jane x
Oh yes, Vivienne; for always.
Absolutely. Poppy on right now! Btw, Holly is a delight, well dressed as ever and only fitting she has a home to go to in time for Christmas.
X
Always! Those poppies are amazing.
A beautiful poem and beautiful poppies. We must always remember.
Helen x
That’s lovely
Very lovely, Vivienne.
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