Sunday, May 25, 2008

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.

Written in 1915 by Lt Col John McCrae, MD of the Canadian Army


jeadie05 said...

How moving Linda Jan xx

preciousone25 said...

Very Nice!!


lv2trnscrb said...

such an appropriate poem for this weekend; thank you Linda


justplainbill said...

Thanks, Linda, I have a Veterans Poppy on my desk that has been there for a few weeks and I do not know where it came from. Always loved Flanders Field. Suspect my Father use to read that to me when I was a child. Bill

breakaway1968 said...

Ditto Betty's comment.  Perfect for this weekend ;)  

sdoscher458 said...

Very appropriate poem for this, Sandi

jjdolfin9 said...

Very nice poem for this holiday.
Hugs, Joyce

mariealicejoan said...

I can remember having to memorize this at school as a child.  It has always stayed with me.  We must never forget the great sacrifice given from all our fallen heros.

ally123130585918 said...

Beautiful poem Linda ~ Ally x

mleppard06 said...

beautiful tribute linda, mrs t xx

dbdacoba said...

Thank you, Linda.

domsmom27 said...

Hi Linda,  That brings back memories.  We had to memorize Flanders Fields in school.  Memorizing was always a breeze to me.  Now I can't remember what I cooked yesterday.

wwfbison said...

That is a beautiful poem.  

frankandmary said...

I haven't read this in some years, & I'd forgotten the actual content.  (but I do have several poppies in my glove compartment;-)