Monday, May 25, 2009

In Flanders fields

(via Cosa Nostradamus of Blog Me No Blogs)

The poem by John McCrae:

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.

edited to honor the author of the poem. (Thanks, Steve!)


Steve Bates said...

(Ahem.) By John McCrae. Poets, too, deserve credit, especially poet/soldiers who died in war.

ellroon said...

Done, thanks for catching that.

Cosa Nostradamus said...

Thanks for the link. Belated "happy' M-Day. There'll be more. Great blog, keep up the good work. It's got to be annoying someone.

ellroon said...

Lol, Cosa! What a nice thing to say. Thanks for the great links and great blogging!