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Sunday, November 11, 2007

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.

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9 Comments:

Blogger Sheila said...

very fitting for the day! Thanks, Blue.

10:42 PM, November 11, 2007  
Blogger Simplerich said...

That's my favorite poem. That and Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken."

I memorized both of them years ago.

Very nicely done.

10:43 PM, November 11, 2007  
Blogger Bluepaintred said...

Sheila Don't thank me, I did nothing. Thank the ones who gave us the freedom to be sitting on our asses plying computer!

10:43 PM, November 11, 2007  
Blogger Bluepaintred said...

Simple Rich In canadian schools, we start learning this poem in Kindergarten.

10:45 PM, November 11, 2007  
Anonymous metalmom said...

very nice.

8:05 AM, November 12, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Amen!
--Peggy

11:21 AM, November 12, 2007  
Blogger Shelli said...

That's very beautiful. Thanks for sharing it with us.

3:09 PM, November 12, 2007  
Blogger Hilly said...

word!

4:39 PM, November 12, 2007  
Blogger Fantastagirl said...

I love that poem... one of my old time favs...thank you.

7:39 PM, November 12, 2007  

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