Thursday, November 11, 2010

Lest We 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.

- Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, 1915
Remembrance Day Service held at my school yesterday
Photo from The Edmonton Journal


Barb said...

Thanks for the poem......

Kaye said...

Thanks for printing the poem, I have never read it in its entirity. Nice remembrance by your school, Bless you All