Monday, May 26, 2014

To the Fallen: We shall not forget.

In Flanders Fields

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.



  1. Very nice. As a Canadian, the Flanders Field poem is particularly poignant.

    1. I had to memorize it in school, don't remember which grade though, and my Grandma was always involved with the VFW poppy sales for Memorial Day. I decided to post it today because it resonates with so many countries, especially the ones that visit and support this blog the most.


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