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Sunday, 11 November 2012

On Flanders Field by John McCrae


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 circa 1915

2 comments:

  1. A very moving poem - I've just been up to the War memorial to lay a wreath at the Remembrance ceremony. It's always so sad to think of all those young lives lost.

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  2. Every Canadian school child learns this poem by the Canadian doctor who penned it on a scrap of paper on the battlefield during WW1. It has been set to music and is sung at the National War Memorial in Ottawa at our Remembrance Day Service by the Ottawa Children's Choir.

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