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.
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.
John McCrae (More about the author here.) Listen to our choir sing "Battle Hymn of the Republic".
6 comments:
Thanks for posting the poem and the link, Judy. I read both. In answer to your question, I live in Gresham, OR which is southeast of Portland proper. If you come down my way I would be happy to share some of my Calla Lilies with you. Through the years I have attended or been a member of a number of Presbyterian churches across the USA, and while adopting our oldest son attended one in Taiwan...none with the wonderful music you have known in WA, though :-)
That reminds me that the ladies of the VFW used to bring our classes baskets of paper poppies to give out at this time of year. They were so pretty. I wish I had saved a few.
Excellent reminder for all year....
That poem has always brought me to tears. Thank you for the reminder.
Blessings,
Betsy
I use to have som red poppies in my garden that bloom right around Memorial Day but they didn’t bloom this year. Closing in on the end of the school year and looking forward to seeing you this summer.
Remember when we were children, and they would sell red poppies on Memorial Day? I always thought the were pretty, and pictures I've seen of Flanders field blooming are just lovely. Peace at last.
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