In Flanders Field
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 breaks faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John McCrea
Remembrance is important. Remembrance Sunday is not just for the years and wars gone by, but is for here and now and all that is still going on. This poem is as applicable today as it was in the first and second world wars.
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 breaks faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John McCrea
Remembrance is important. Remembrance Sunday is not just for the years and wars gone by, but is for here and now and all that is still going on. This poem is as applicable today as it was in the first and second world wars.
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