Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Remembrance Day.

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.

by John McCrae, May 1915

Just took some time out within the 11th hour (Canadian time) to pay respects. This is the original poem written by Doctor John McCrae (born in Guelph, Ontario) while he witnessed the horrific battle in Ypres, Belgium and was inspired to write this piece.

It was scanned in and posted by the "The Canadian War Museum" in Ottawa, Canada that I hopefully can visit some time soon (I could honestly live at any museum - I love them that much, except if I had to stay there over night ... alone ... then it would be all sorts of scary :)

I hope you are wearing your poppies today.


mandiemoon said...

I would love to go to that museum too, I think it would be very interesting and humbling.


Unknown said...

Well, then we must go in...together! *salutes* :)


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