In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915
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.
Stop what you are doing for two minutes and remember them at 11.00 am today
We must always remember them!
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ReplyDeleteThis year more than ever I have really felt the need to remember, and really pay homage to those who risked or layed down their lives for us...and still do of course.
I don't agree with war, but we can never forget the sacrifices made for us.
Lovely how many people did blog about this. Being an AW I live with this new war everyday. Bring our men and women home safely. My children miss their Daddy and so do I. :o)
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