In Flanders Field the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks still braving 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 Field.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from falling 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 Field.
~ John McCrae, May 1915
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Today we are remembering and giving thanks.
A poem I know well!
I will be remembering too and missing my Dad.
xx
Best tribute I have seen!
Yes! I love that poem.
McCrae’s poem is an intricate component of Remembrance Day for most of us – at least for most Canadians. I’m not sure if others are as familiar with the poem. Thanks for this post!
Beautiful tribute Rachel, thank you for sharing the poem (and if that is your handwriting, it’s gorgeous 🙂
xoxo
It’s not just a poem – it’s words penned so that we’ll remember how our brave men and women fought to keep our country safe and to carry that torch into the future.
That was a beautiful post Rachel.
Beautiful, thank you for sharing.
Lovely my sweet friend
I went to a statewide Veteran’s Day service today and the guest-speaking admiral ended it with “We shall not sleep though flowers grow in these fields”(!) I wonder why he felt the need to change it? I love the poem just the way it is and I’m glad we were encouraged to memorize it in school….