Lest We Forget

In Flanders Fields

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

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.


Mom M said...

Thanks for posting this, Colin. we are in Clearwater today. The Windwill Bed and Breakfast added a new feature last season - a flag pole, with flag, of course. Jan faithfully raises the falg every morning, lowers it and folds it up properly every eevening. Today it is flying at half-staff.

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