Thursday, November 11, 2010

Take a few minutes today......

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915

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


Lori said...

I've hopped and skipped all over your blog--really enjoyed it. In Flander's Fields--I remembering hearing it on Memorial Day services when I was very young. Lots of memories.

julieQ said...

My father was a WW2 vet...he sold flowers and wore them proudly too. My grandfather was in WW1. Thank you for this poem...very poignant to me.