In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
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.
-------------------- 2005 Forecast: 14/7/4
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"If your topic ain't tropic, your post will be toast"
That is so spooky! On this past Friday my son had to memorize and recite this at his school's awards and graduation night.
Great poem for Memorial weekend though!
-------------------- The storm that began a lifelong facination: Donna 1960 (Eyewall)
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