In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
MD (1872-1918), Canadian Army
IN FLANDERS FIELDS
the poppies growBetween 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. Related Links: Image: Courtesy of Mike Gonzalez
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I remember this poem. We took it up back in middle school. And then, I came across it a few remembrance days ago, when my own daughter was in middle school herself. It is such a timeless piece. Thank you for featuring it.
You are most welcome.
On all sides they were the heroes of that war; not the generals and the politicians but the soldiers and sailors and nurses – those who taught us to endure hardship, to show courage, to be bold as well as resilient, to believe in ourselves, to stick together.
– Paul Keating
… even the so called enemies, they can be friends, too….
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One of my favourite poems. Thank you and those we are remembering.
Hi Mr. g. it makes more beautiful because it’s written by a Canadian, eh.
What a sad poem Perpetua – but very fitting. Nicely done.
It is sad, Tina. This is how I learned what Poppy is all about.
Thanks for sharing a beautiful poem, Perpetua. Lest we forget.
Hi Lucy, We won’t forget. Blessings, Perpetua.
I love this poem. Always have. I hope you’ll like my commemorative poem ‘Castle Mount,’ I wrote for the Veitnam War Dead tomorrow. >KB
Thank, KB. I always enjoy reading your poem and I do like them.