By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
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!
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
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
Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915
during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium
during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium
Ramscappelle Road Military Cemetery - There are many photos on this site and more explanation
We visited Verdun a number of years ago and it all but broke my heart to see the cemetery and the building containing all the bones of unidentified soldiers.
ReplyDeleteMy trip through many of the battle sites in Belgium was truly heart-breaking.
DeleteI saw many of the cemeteries in France as a young woman. Flanders Fields has always been a favourite poem of mine.
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