Monday, May 25, 2009

Memorial Day ~ In Flanders Fields


Poem ~ 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 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.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)

1 comment:

Fuzzy Brush said...

Oh how wonderful to hear that old poem. I must have heard it as a child because all my life I wondered about it but never took the time to look it up. I thank you for posting it and for following my blog!