Honoring our veterans

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.

- John McCrae


Tiny said...

As sad as this poem is, it always makes Tiny feel great sorrow and grief for all the lives lost in wars. Yet, it's simplicity has always been one of her favorites because it packs such a punch.

Thanks, BJ, for always remembering our special days set aside each year for deep reflections and/or celebrations.

B.J. said...

I read somewhere that poppy seeds can lie on the ground dormant for years as long as there is other plant growth around them. When there is a great upheaval of earth around them, they can suddenly spring to life and start to grow. Hence, the poppies

They also produce morphine, so important to gravely wounded soldiers.

Sue said...

Very beautiful BJ!

Ranch Chimp said...

Nice tribute for today Ms.BJ... Have a Great Veteran's Day as well!

Father Tim Farrell said...

I love this poem. Through all these years I thought it was Joyce Kilmer who had written these lines! This caused me to look up the poem and read about McCrae. Fascinating story of how he came to write these memorable lines.