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Remembrance Day
« on: May 20, 2020, 10:54:13 AM »
By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

 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 liteblue
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

« Last Edit: May 21, 2020, 09:28:25 AM by jeilesine »

Re: Remembrance Day
« Reply #1 on: May 20, 2020, 12:01:17 PM »
Great poem.

Re: Remembrance Day
« Reply #2 on: May 20, 2020, 10:23:43 PM »
John McRae Canadian physician, soldier, teacher and poet.  The day before he wrote his famous poem, one of McCrae's closest friends was killed in the fighting and buried in a makeshift grave with a simple wooden cross. Wild poppies were already beginning to bloom between the crosses marking the many graves. Unable to help his friend or any of the others who had died, John McCrae gave them a voice through his poem. It was the second last poem he was to write.