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
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5 comments:
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.
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.
Very beautiful BJ!
Nice tribute for today Ms.BJ... Have a Great Veteran's Day as well!
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.
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