In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our places; 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 your to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
--John McCrae
We have broken faith.
he was a Lieutenant Colonel in the Canadian Forces. he is very much loved by Canadians. and it is because of his poem that we here in Canada and Britain and the British Commonwealth started wearing poppies on Remembrance Day which we celebrate on November 11.
ReplyDeleteand yes, we have broken faith.
your friend,
kymber
Thanks for that! I usually post the poem on our Veterans' Day (Nov. 11) but I thought it appropriate yesterday, too.
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