In Flanders Fields
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.
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
3 comments:
I love that poem.
That is so beautiful and sad. In Australia every night at 6pm in RSL clubs (returned Soldiers league) they hold a minute's silence right throughout - and a verse of this poem is read out -
For The Fallen
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."
Laurence Binyon (1869-1943) - the whole poem is on the web - after they they play the last post - people stop eating drinking and talkin - all service at the bar stops - and this happens every night without fail
That is so beautiful and sad. In Australia every night at 6pm in RSL clubs (returned Soldiers league) they hold a minute's silence right throughout - and a verse of this poem is read out -
For The Fallen
"They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."
Laurence Binyon (1869-1943) - the whole poem is on the web - after they they play the last post - people stop eating drinking and talkin - all service at the bar stops - and this happens every night without fail
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