Friday, November 11, 2011

In Flanders Fields - 11/11/11

IN FLANDERS FIELDS
by John McCrae
 
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. 
American Cemetery in Normandy
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5 comments:

Cindy Rose said...

I enjoyed your post!

Heather said...

Such a lovely tribute.

Pondside said...

I don't think that there's a Canadian school child who doesn't know that by heart - a poignant reminder, from the battlefield, of all that this young colony gave during two terrible wars in Europe.

Hi, I'm Laura Ingalls Gunn said...

I have actually been to the cemetary in Normandy. It is indeed painfully beautiful.

Life with L said...

You have shared a very lovely tribute. I enjoyed reading your post. Enjoy the week-end. Linda

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