by John McCrae, May 1915
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.
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.
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.
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I hope you all take time to
remember
on this
Remembrance Day
Always touching.
ReplyDeleteI'm about to go to Remembrance Day ceremonies at Victoria park in our hood. My late father was the doctor for the vets and so I go each year to honour not only his work and memory, but my grandfathers, who fought in both the wars, and all the young men and women who have made this sacrifice. A very solemn and important day to me.
ReplyDeleteI make sure I observe the 2 minutes of silence every year.
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ReplyDeleteIndeed I did. Thanks for also remembering.
ReplyDeleteHope you had a great holiday!
ReplyDeleteR.I.P. Ron Hynes today. Newfoundland has lost a treasure.
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