Wednesday, November 11, 2009

In Flanders Fields


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.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)

http://www.inflandersfields.be/#gedicht
- click here to go to the "In Flanders Fields Museum" to learn more about the sacrifices made on this sacred ground and take a moment to remember.

7 comments:

  1. "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."

    That line moves me. They are not just characters of history. They were living human beings. Never really thought about it until I just read that line.

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  2. Nice post. Thanks for the link too.

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  3. beautiful and touching...thanks Steven

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  4. That's a breathtaking photo! Important day indeed.
    Cheers,
    J.

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  5. I love this poem. I had to memorize it years ago for school and have never forgotten it.

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