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 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
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
by Lt. Coronel John McCrae
by Lt. Coronel John McCrae
Coronel McCrae was a Canadian MD , a surgeon who wrote this poem in 1915. Today, Canadians and Brits and Aussies and Americans are holding that torch high, keeping the faith. Bravely, they stand together to protect our freedoms. I am so grateful.....
10 comments:
Thank you for posting that poem. My mother used to recite it on Armistice Day (now Veterans Day). And such a lovely illustration.
Hello Linda,
Thank you for this poem.
I hope all is going well with you.
Have a very nice afternoon!!!!!
Lydia
gj, what happened to poem recitation anyway? I know most of the Walrus and the Carpender, but noteven all of it anymore...
Lydia, you're welcome, and thanks for stoping by:)
She..how beautiful, and touching.
I hope we will never forget to hold high, the torch!
Beautiful post......
Thanks Jan, I'm overwhelmed by the willingness of our fine youth to pick that torch up and to hold it high...
Thanks Changes:)
Those that make a decision to preserve and protect our freedom are a special breed. I love and admire these men and women for their service.
This is a great post and forgive me for making such a mess of your lovely comment section.
GA, thanks I always love your comments..and your blog:)
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