It's coming up on Eleven AM as I post this. Please take two minutes of silence at 11 to remember and give thanks for the veterans who have fallen in wars great and small.
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.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
R A N T W I C KPS - For my American friends, where it is Veterans Day, a note: According to wikipedia Canadians' Remembrance Day more closely resembles your Memorial Day in May... I didn't know that until just now.
4 comments:
Thanks for posting the poem. Just this morning me and my wife were trying to figure out the reason for the poppies worn on peoples clothing over in Britain.
RTP - It was my pleasure. Most Canadians wear poppies too, as you might expect being a Commonwealth country, but especially because John McCrae was a Canadian.
Apparently Rantwick and I are in psychic tune. I wrote
tonight's post last week and picked the lead photo at that time. I may add a link now, as I was considering that same poem. My maternal grandfather fought in Flanders Fields.
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