Sunday, November 11, 2012

Remember




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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.







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2 comments:

Bea said...

Thank you Bonnie.

ricketyjo said...

Thank you for posting this. I remember a really long time ago at school reading war poems, and of all of them, this one really stuck in my head. Thanks for posting it.