In Flanders Fields - Blog Posts

To this day, the only poem that I know by heart is In Flanders Field by John McCrae. I don’t remember how old I was when I learned it, but it’s managed to stay with me after all these years. Thank you for your sacrifice. You’ll never be forgotten

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.

Lest we forget...