In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
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.
Nice. I remember reciting this poem to a high school assembly back when I did whatever the English Teacher offered to get extra credit. And the "Responses" are great also.
ReplyDeleteIn the UK poppies are a big thing every November 11th.
I hope at some point you will do something on the author of "Trees"—Joyce Kilmer—even though not from Lowell.
Regards — Cliff