Tuesday, November 11, 2008

November 11th


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.

Lt.-Col. John McCrae






4 comments:

Chantal said...

Sigh...

aimee said...

goosebumps

Anonymous said...

Helen,

We actually lived in 'Flanders Fields' in Belgium. The area the wars were fought in were in the West-Vlanderen province of Belgium or 'Flanders' in English. We lived about 25 minutes from Essex Farm where John McCrae wrote the poem. And yes, the Poppies still grow 'in Flanders Fields'. Lest we forget.......
-Jody Bacon

Mandy said...

As a teacher, I always bawled during this part of the ceremony.

I still can't read the poem without crying...

Indeed, lest we forget.