In Flanders Feilds

Flanders Feilds

In Flanders Feilds

John McCrae

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.

goldStarNOVEMBER  11th is the day set aside in the United States to commemorate Veterans.  In Flanders Feilds is an often (if not THE most often) remembered poetic literature for the date.  It was reprinted on the front page of the November newsletter for Veterans’ Village in Punta Gorda Florida.  Thanks to P. Darsch for including it there.



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