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.
In Flanders Fields ~ Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
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.
In Flanders Fields ~ Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
Dedicated to all the
brave men and women whose unselfish sacrifices and bravery shall never be
forgotten.
Thank
You.
8 comments:
Well said. Thank you.
Tasha T
Thank you to all who served. And thanks for this very moving post, Jo.
I pray we never drop the Torch.
Jo, I saw a report of the ceramic poppies in England that are representing all the fallen young men of the wars. It was beautiful. I love our vets. xoxo,Susie
A beautiful post Jo.
Thank you, Jo.
A great post.
In Flanders's Fields has always given me chill bumps. Such a good post.
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