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Sunday, 11 November 2012


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 - 3 May 1915


Fiona said...

aw...that's lovely.


Caroline said...

Beautiful. Caroline xxx

Jennifer said...

Thank you Squirrel for showing this moving tribute. It always gives me a lump in my throat...Lest We Forget.

Jennifer. x

Pamela said...

Beautiful x

Pam x

Jackie said...

This is such a beautiful poem that always brings a lump to my throat! Wonderful image.
Jackie xx

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