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| Hooked by Donna Hrkman |
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.
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.
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
Canadian physician
1915
Please take a moment to thank a veteran today.
Freedom isn't free.
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Lauren
Lauren
That is just lovely, and such poignant verse.
ReplyDeleteit sure isn't
ReplyDeleteWe remember today on Remembrance Day.This year it seems even more special to remember and say thanks.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
JB
I wonder if he realized the impact his words would still carry all these years later. So beautiful and poignant
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful rug and poem both. This being the 100th anniversary of the start of WWI makes Veterans Day all the more moving.
ReplyDeleteThis rug is so impressive...the poem as well.
ReplyDeleteRobyn
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing.
So very thankful .
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