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
I have loved that poem for years - it is so perfect. I have never been to Europe but when I get there I intend to visit cemeteries that are the final resting places of soldiers of both WWI and WWII. The War to end All Wars only set the stage for World War II - and it's only a miracle that WWIII hasn't happened. (Some would argue that it has, and we just didn't recognize it as such). Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteI was just reading an article about the Treaty of Versailles. It said that if President Wilson hadn't been suffering from the Spanish Flu he might have paid more attention to what Britain and France were demanding of Germany.
DeleteTouching. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHi Denise - so important to remember ... with thoughts today ... take care too - Hilary
ReplyDeleteThank you for posting this poem. May we never forget.
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