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. Colonel John McCrae 03 May 1915
I remember when we learned that poem in school. I bet they don't do that any more.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this, TB. I will post on faceless book.
I do too Linda. Hopefully they still study it for the beauty of the poetry if not for the history.
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