Sunday 10 November 2013

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.

Jonh McCrae 1915

Lest We Forget,

Much Love to All on Remembrance Sunday,
My Stick Family from


Hazel said...

One of my favourite poems, Hazel. I'm in floods of tears while watching the remembrance programme and hearing the stories of all those brave young men. Hazel x

Brenda Brown said...

Lest we forget.
Thanks Hazel xxx

Sandra H said...

Hazel this is beautiful x