Friday, November 11, 2011

Remembrance Day - May we never forget their sacrifice

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 John McCrae

1 comment:

Naomi T. said...

I love this poem. It always makes me feel many emotions.

My inlaws and Jesse take part in the remembrance day service here in Carlyle. This year was really great. Jesse played in three different ceremonies.