Monday, May 27, 2013

In Flanders Fields John McCrae, 1915.

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. 

            Moina Michael replied with her own poem: 

                                         We cherish too, the Poppy red
                                That grows on fields where valor led,

                                 It seems to signal to the skies
                                  That blood of heroes never dies.

             Kathy:  "In Flanders Fields"  a great post.  And yes, we have a Mt
              Pleasanter buried there, Charles Rutishauser, KIA June 1944.  And by
                comparison, a trivia note,  three versions of the poem, page 152, my  book.
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