In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army
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.
The Cumberland Post
My Backyard, Six Miles from the Cumberland River
One of my favorite poems. I hesitate to guess how many times I've read it or heard it read. I will say this, tho: some of the most memorable times were at Remembrance Day celebrations while serving in England. EVERY English town and village has a monument of some sort to The Great War... some great, some small, but the citizens all remember.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this.