29 September 2009

Military Poem: In Flander's Field


This poem is an institution in Canada. In fact, i'm willing to bet that adult over the age of 20 can recite this poem verbatim. I have my thoughts about the Poppy as symbol which I am saving for a different blog. But in the meantime, really read the words and reflect on what it means to you.



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.


— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)



3 comments:

Joanna said...

What a terrific image above... the poppy's shadow as a cross.... how fitting.

Joyce said...

I like the poem...in England towards the middle of the month and into November everyone is handing out little paper poppies to pin on your jacket or lapel...I guess the Canadians do that as well... I'll look forward to reading your thoughts on the poppy symbol...I love the graphic on your post too.

kkollwitz said...

A terrific poem that may always be remebered.

Decades ago even in Louisiana paper poppies were distributed. There's a rock song that's adapted from the poem by Big Head Todd on YouTube.

You might like this post:

http://platytera.blogspot.com/2010/04/bloody-wipers.html