In Flanders Fields
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
Posted by StephenI Try again,I appreciated seeing the poem.It also broughtback memories of the poem writtem some yearsback and read on the CBC perhaps you could
provide me with a copy.
Much love to all
Dad
I'm pretty sure I can dig that up. I kept most of my papers from high school and onwards.
Posted by: steve at November 12, 2003 10:59 AMI glad somebody can keep their papers in order.
Posted by: dave at December 7, 2003 05:38 PM