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.
By John McCrae, 1915
6 comments:
So appreciative of that poem written by John McCrae. I remember feeling its poignancy when I was a little girl, first learning about Remembrance Day in school, and I knew I never wanted to forget.
Wishing you peace...
Brenda xox
Poignant.
We will remember them.
I remember reading this poem many years ago. Remembering you on your Remembrance Day and our Veteran's Day today.
Let's try this again!
I commented previously but I don't think it "took", Elizabeth. What a lovely poem and beautiful picture. Thank you for sharing it with us.
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