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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Feel free to reply to any comment by clicking the "Reply" button.In this line, I think they didn't always know the true enemy robbing them of their lives.
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"Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch... "
WilliamCharles
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May 31, 2019
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I like the poem
I rage at the stupidity of their deaths
ShadowAmicus
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May 28, 2019
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One of my first artistic drawings was a picture similar to this when I was a child...it was an assignment for Memorial Day...thank you for posting...it is still a very beautiful poem celebrating such a tragic loss of lives...
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