Flanders Fields

In school, we had to learn In Flanders Fields, written by Canadian Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae. It was written on May 3, 1915 after the battle of Ypres, Belgium. Sadly, I don't remember much of the poem, but on Remembrance Day I always think of it. Maybe I need to relearn it again.

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


Thank-you, to all of our soldiers, past and present, who sacrificed so much for us.