"In Flanders Fields"
by 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.
www.sherylweb.com/holidays/veterans_day.html
I found the needlework picture here:
http://www.nationalneedleworkarchive.org.uk/html/poetry_in_stitches.html
I was doing an image search for poppies and your post here came up with the picture. I was pleased to see that this poem is still being used world wide in remembrance of those lost protecting our rights and freedoms. Thought you might like to know a bit more about this Canadian poet/soldier...
ReplyDeletehttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_McCrae
Doug Barton
Thank you, Doug. This post has had a lot of traffic from Google searches this week! It's a good reminder for me to print out and share with my 7th-8th grade English students as their poetry assignment on Monday!
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