IN FLANDERS FIELDS.
In Flanders field 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 with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
~~By Major John McCrae, May 1915.~~
3 comments:
I love that poem! Thanks so much for posting it.
Have a great Memorial Day.
Lovely and appropriate post! Have a nice Memorial Day.
Happy Memorial Day dear Sue! We don't celebrate it here in Canada...our day to remember our war heroes is on Nov. 11th, Remembrance Day. xox
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