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, 1915
November 11 is Remembrance Day here in Canada. in the two weeks leading up to this day, Canadians wear poppy pins as a sign of Remembrance to all in the armed forces who lost their lives fighting in World War I and other wars. the Remembrance poppy was inspired in part by the poem “In Flanders fields”.
“In Flanders fields the poppies blow, between the crosses, row on row…”, throughout elementary school, i can recall learning this poem, most memorable for these first 12 words.
so where is Flanders fields? Continue reading
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