Lest We Forget
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 (1872-1918)
Comment by Doug
It has been awhile since I read that thankyou.
Posted on November 11, 2007 at 6:05 pm
Comment by SweetyPi
I heard that on the radio this morning. Thank you so I can read it in peace tho. I had to have the running commentary going in the background. Hope you had a peaceful 2 mins today.
Posted on November 11, 2007 at 7:56 pm