Thursday, November 11, 2010

In Remembrance

In Flanders Fields
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

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.

3 comments:

Milo James Fowler said...

My 7th graders recite this one from memory each year; poignant.

Alan W. Davidson said...

I can't say that we had to recite it from memory, but it's a poem that all Canadian kids are familiar with. Nice one, Aaron.

Cathy Webster (Olliffe) said...

Gorgeous poem. One of the best ever written. I never get tired of hearing it.