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.....
