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.
Dearest Hedi, I've been trying for a few days without much success to come up with a poem about soldiers and the experience of war. I opened up this poem of yours and it touches my heart my friend. I love your non-judgemental words here, no one loves war and yet soldiers are people too and must be recognized as such. Thanks for your lovely words, they are inspiring to me right now.
hedistuffOPLayopolis, West Virginia USANov 11, 2012
thanks berni....but they are not my words. this piece was written by john mccrae in 1915 inspired at a burial ceremony for a friend, one of many fallen soldiers of world war one...
Hi, hedistuff, Thank you for posting McCrae's verse in remembrance of those individuals who made the ultimate sacrifice. It has stirred me to think...and write.
niah9Auckland, New ZealandNov 12, 2012
wonderful reminder of those who gave their lives...a poem read to me many times in childhood around poppy day in the UK...but I haven't heard it for many years....it is a truly wonderful poem....now I am able to respect the words....Kathy
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I've been trying for a few days without much success to come up with a poem about soldiers and the experience of war. I opened up this poem of yours and it touches my heart my friend. I love your non-judgemental words here, no one loves war and yet soldiers are people too and must be recognized as such. Thanks for your lovely words, they are inspiring to me right now.
Thank you for posting McCrae's verse in remembrance of those individuals who made the ultimate sacrifice. It has stirred me to think...and write.