In Flanders Fields.
This has to be one of favorite poems. My Grandpa taught it me, and with the poppy, it holds special meaning to me, a link to my grandfather, if you will. I memorized it sometime in highschool and I still know it well.*
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.
*along with passages from Julius Caesar, Romeo and Juliet and MacBeth. I was such a geek!
posted by TweedleDea @ 10:48 PM
3 Comments:
this is in response to your asteriked (sp?) note... don't forget "The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert W. Service... Also a wonderful poem... I can still remember having to read it in junior high although it is not as Commemorated as Flanders Fields. Check it out!
http://www.robertwservice.com/modules/library/article.php?articleid=30
Jenny
I remember reading that too... I loved how it was so lilty... it was pretty.
I remember reciting Flanders Fields in elementary school and getting goosebumps and a lump in my throat.
Thanks for printing it out, I haven't read it in full for a couple years.
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