Monday, May 28, 2012

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.



When I was a very young girl, I can remember my mother buying poppies from veterans for Memorial Day.  This is the poem that inspired those poppies. Throughout the history of the United States, with all the wars fought past and present, we should remember those young men and women who have given their lives for our freedom. 

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