In Flanders Field

[PrairieSpyder]

In Flanders Field


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



http://blogs.the-american-interest.com/wrm/2013/05/27/memorial-day-2013/

[ARtraveler]

Thanks for posting the remembrance. I had to memorize that piece for a Memorial Day program back when I was in sixth grade. I can still recite it from memory today. Even more meaningful today than it was to me then.

[Bob Denman]

Thanks Patti, for the poignant reminder... :thumbup:

[PrairieSpyder]

Though the poem is about WW I, it's also about honoring all who died for a greater cause. That's what the linked article is about, but, of course, said much better!

[bruiser]

It is applicable to those that gave all in all the wars/conflicts/police actions this country has been involved in.