10 November 2006

Veterans Day ~ 2006

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.




Col. John McCrae (1872-1918)

1 comment:

EHT said...

Oh, I love those verses. I thought about posting that but ended up posting a fairly long salute to my uncle and his WWII unit.

When I taught 5th grade Social Studies I used to share the poem you posted with students during our World War I unit. All wars are terrible, but WWI was very savage and destructive.