Thursday, June 05, 2008

In Flander's Fields




In Flander's 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 Flander's 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,
tho poppies grow in Flander's fields.

Liet. -Col. John McCrae

3 comments:

  1. I like this poem, always have. I've been to Arlington National Cemetery and seen literally thousands of graves...it reminded me of this poem.
    Your photos are brilliant. Poppies are very hard for me to grow for some reason...even though they self seed. Weird!
    xoxo

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  2. Wow - those photos are simply gorgeous!!

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  3. susan@80O6/07/2008

    How very odd (and rare) that you would do a war-related blog, and at this time in particular, because yesterday I learned that my nephew is being deployed to Iraq for 12 months. He has a wife and twin daughters. I can and will pray; that's my weapon!

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