"In Flander's Field" by 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.
Thank you to all of our Veterans and those Serving still.
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1 comments:
dear trish..i am so glad that you wrote this poem out...it sure is the time of year that we should all remember the brave soldiers who have given their lives for our freedom and the courageous ones who are still alive and fighting for the oppressed ..fighting for the freedom...may god continue to guard them and keep them safe!..love terry
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