Thursday, November 11, 2010

Lest we forget

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.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army


  1. Wow! In these times it rings true. Love the poem.

  2. The line that always gets me in this poem is "We are the dead." Imagine what he was feeling when he wrote that.

  3. I remember reciting this in school every year around this time.

  4. Perfect. Marnie at whatredsaid just posted the same poem. It's so beautiful, though so dark.

  5. Beautiful and still appropriate today!