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.– John McCrae
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hmmm lovely poem.
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Thanks Cathi – that poem is an old favorite – never ceases to bring tears to my eyes.
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Thanks for posting this I’ve heard quotes but never read the whole poem before.
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Very Special day yesterday – thanks for the posting. My DH’s father fought in Galipoi and I lost one of my uncles in France. He was only 18 years old.
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