By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, May 1915
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders Fields the poppies blowBetween 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.
Sugar & Spice & All Things ? Nice says
Was taught this by Dad when I was a child. It made me sad then and continues to do so today. Thanks for posting.
Monica says
It’s very sad, so many young lives lost.