Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army
IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row,
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.
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.
Meanwhile in Afghanistan...
2 comments:
One of my favorite poems.
In Afghan fields the poppies bloom
and pundits warn of Iraqi doom.
The homefront's told we're losing pace.
We've fought and bled but lost the race
and the people wear new cloaks of gloom.
The butcher's bill seems far to high
though lower than in wars gone by,
and still each Soldier's life is priceless.
But measure by loss alone is pontless.
All gain has cost or why ever try?
The dead in Flanders and in Normandy
in Gettysburg and Bienvillers,
Will cease to sleep we have been told
if the torch, or cause, we cannot hold,
thereby each soul's value to deny.
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