Monday, May 25, 2009

In Flanders Fields - a Memorial Day poem

I know I've posted this poem twice before (most recently as part of my "Building a Poetry Collection" series for National Poetry Month), but it seemed appropriate for Memorial Day. If you're interested in the biography of the poet and more information about this poem, I hope you'll read my prior post.


In Flanders Fields
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.

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