Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Remembering

In Flanders Fields

By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army


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.




For some interesting information about the author Lieutenant Colonel John McCrea and the story of how the poem came to be click here. (scroll past the poem)

I'd encourage you to read the poem out loud. Often things mean more and are remembered more when we hear and see them at the same time.

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