Thank You
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.
Labels: remember
posted by Bluepaintred @ 11:11:00 PM
8 Comments:
That's my favorite poem. That and Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken."
I memorized both of them years ago.
Very nicely done.
Sheila Don't thank me, I did nothing. Thank the ones who gave us the freedom to be sitting on our asses plying computer!
Simple Rich In canadian schools, we start learning this poem in Kindergarten.
very nice.
Amen!
--Peggy
That's very beautiful. Thanks for sharing it with us.
word!
I love that poem... one of my old time favs...thank you.
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