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.
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
Bonjour,
ReplyDeleteDes nuances de rouges extraordinaires... Il me tarde de revoir les coquelicots le long des chemins...
Une belle publication.
Gros bisous
I attended the Remembrance Day ceremony at my kids' school, (JK to eight), this morning. I was really impressed with their presentation, which was entirely student-lead, and how young people understand the significance of why we remember.
ReplyDeleteA truely beautiful poem and powerful painting Jan.
ReplyDeleteThanks all for taking the time to comment.
ReplyDeleteCaroline i was quite taken with the poem on your blog-must admit never heard of the poet-will investigate as they are beautiful words.
Stephanie good to know that this resonates with our younger generation.
And Martine as always, your visits and comments mean so much-thank you!