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.
∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 11.11.2007
∗ remember
very fitting for the day! Thanks, Blue.
Comment by Sheila - November 11, 2007 10:42 pm
That’s my favorite poem. That and Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.”
I memorized both of them years ago.
Very nicely done.
Comment by Simplerich - November 11, 2007 10:43 pm
Sheila Don’t thank me, I did nothing. Thank the ones who gave us the freedom to be sitting on our asses plying computer!
Comment by Bluepaintred - November 11, 2007 10:43 pm
Simple Rich In canadian schools, we start learning this poem in Kindergarten.
Comment by Bluepaintred - November 11, 2007 10:45 pm
very nice.
Comment by metalmom - November 12, 2007 8:05 am
Amen!
–Peggy
Comment by Anonymous - November 12, 2007 11:21 am
That’s very beautiful. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Comment by Shelli - November 12, 2007 3:09 pm
word!
Comment by Hilly - November 12, 2007 4:39 pm
I love that poem… one of my old time favs…thank you.
Comment by Fantastagirl - November 12, 2007 7:39 pm