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