In Flanders Fields
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.
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.
John McCrae 1915
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Lovely post Victoria.
ReplyDeletex Fiona
Lovely x
ReplyDeleteI wonder if he survived? X
ReplyDeleteIts a sad day but a day we must have....its an important day....to remind us to be grateful and to warn us .....never never again!
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely poem and very emotive
Lest we forget
Amanda :-)
Beautiful :) x
ReplyDeleteHello Victoria,
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing this poem. Sad, truthful and beautiful at the same time.
Enjoy the week!
Beautiful poem and i love your crochet poppy, dee x
ReplyDeleteLovely and sweet post!! Thanks! xo Heather
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, and so important to remember.
ReplyDeleteHelen x
Thanks Victoria. There is a little conversation happening on Sue's blog (the quince tree) so I will leave my longer comment there. The important phrase is, I think : Lest we forget. Lx
ReplyDeleteWonderful. Nov 11th is my father in laws birthday who sadly passed away on my birthday 4 years ago now and he was called Victor!
ReplyDeletea day to remember for many reasons