Thank You
By La Petite AcadienneIn 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.
– Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
November 11th, 2010 at 5:41 pm
Bless you. I lived in Belgium when I was in high school. My family and I toured the battlefields the first year we were there. A farmer in a field next to the school died from digging up buried WWI ordnance while plowing. It had been over 60 years since the War, but in some ways it was all still fresh.
November 15th, 2010 at 10:58 am
‘Twould have been kind to credit the author, Lt. Col. John McCrae.
November 15th, 2010 at 5:36 pm
Excellent point, Jezebella — that was terribly remiss on my part. It will be corrected post-haste.