In Memoriam

In Flanders Field

by John MaCrae

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.

red poppies

Remembering those who gave the ultimate sacrifice.

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3 responses to “In Memoriam

  • Ogrrre

    “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.”

    I quite imagine Lt. Col. MacRae is wide awake these days, between the antics of his Prime Minister and our pResident … especially our pResident. By the way, where is pResident Stompyfoot playing golf today, after he throws a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknowns?

  • mrfixitou812

    *salute*
    Never forgotten.

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