Wednesday, 11 November 2015

Lest We Forget

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


  1. Oh, that poem is amazing. It's sad, but really good. Thank you so much for posting! :)

  2. In doing all my research for my book "Home Fires of the Great War," I felt as I had never done before the story behind this poem and have loved poppies ever since. Thanks for posting this.

    P.S. If you want to read about home life in Canada and the US during WWI, visit my blog to read more about "Home Fires of the Great War."

  3. You are welcome, Jesseca and Rebekah!

    And Rebekah, I'll go check it out! :)


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