In Flanders Fields

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.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

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About Tom Roland

EE for 25 Years, Two Patents - now a certified PMP. Married twice, burned once. One son with Asperger's Syndrome. Two cats. Conservative leaning to the Right. NRA Life Member.
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  1. Tom says:

    My literature class read this poem before Memorial Day.

    I’ll say this about my students….They fully grasp that we’re at war. Maybe that’s because I’ve shown them the film Obsession.

    This poem speaks to us across the years. Is America listening?

    The poem means so much to me because my uncle served on the front lines of the Infantry in WWI. I can’t see a poppy without thinking of him. I’m sure that his soul grieves as he sees how little America today seems to care about the ideals he sacrificed for.
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