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 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:
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.
- John McCrae
Thank you for posting this.
ReplyDeleteAs poignant as ever each time I hear it. We lived in Flanders for a few months near to the Belgian border in Northern France, looking at the area now it's impossible to imagine what a hellish place is must have been 90 years ago. We should never forget.
ReplyDeleteThanks for posting that, Norma. We celebrate it on the same day in the States. DJ put the flag out this morning and they had a parade in Anniston but I was out of town and missed it. 2nd year for it.
ReplyDeleteThankyou for posting this.
ReplyDeleteMy daughter was born in New Zealand on the 11th November.
We always have the minute's silence, & it is the same here in Australia.