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.

Written in 1915 by Lt Col John McCrae, MD of the Canadian Army

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#14 Comment from frankandmary
5/27/08 4:42 PM | Permalink

I haven't read this in some years, & I'd forgotten the actual content. (but I do have several poppies in my glove compartment;-)
~Mary
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#13 Comment from wwfbison
5/27/08 11:48 AM | Permalink

That is a beautiful poem.
Lisa
#12 Comment from domsmom27
5/26/08 5:56 PM | Permalink

Hi Linda, That brings back memories. We had to memorize Flanders Fields in school. Memorizing was always a breeze to me. Now I can't remember what I cooked yesterday.
Marlene
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#11 Comment from dbdacoba
5/26/08 12:36 PM | Permalink

Thank you, Linda.
#10 Comment from mleppard06
5/26/08 5:45 AM | Permalink

beautiful tribute linda, mrs t xx

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