Wednesday, November 11, 2009

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915

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.

Thank you to everyone who's fought for our country! Especially those that gave everything for us!

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Mother's Moon's Message said...

Remebering and honoring those who gave so much for us...

mxtodis123 said...

This is such a beautiful poem. Thank you. I think many of us have gotten into just thinking of this day as another day off work. I think it's time we start remembering its true meaning.