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.
Courtesy of Bee MacGuire
Obtained From TheMcCrae Museum of The Guelph Museum
Wendy, you are the second person in my blog list to put this beautiful poem up (A Brit in Tennesee was the other one). I think I will write a short post with thanks to my family veterans and current military. I thought of them yesterday but was afraid I might forget somebody! The list is long in most families, isn't it? Interesting to see how often the pen was left on the page from the end of one word to the beginning of the next. Blessings to you.
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