In Flanders Fields
In Flanders Fields Poem
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
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
In 1915, inspired by the poem "In Flanders Fields," Moina Michael replied with her own poem:
We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.
I love In Flanders Field. Thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteLove that poem too. A great post. Happy Memorial Day to you and yours. Thanks for your visit. Blessings
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Have a blessed Memorial Day and may the lord keep you all safe.
ReplyDeleteBy the grace of God I get to live in America and by the soldiers who have faught for me - I get to live here free.
ReplyDeleteHappy Memorial Day.
sandie
We are truly blessed beyond what most can imagine. Pray you had a wonderful weekend.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful picture, beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing...we owe a lot to our veterans!
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