Saturday, November 11, 2006

In Flander's Fields

With all the stuff happening lately, I kind of blanked on Remembrance Day. I found one of my favorite poem's on a blog I read, so I thought I'd bring it over. Even though the US has Veteran's Day, there's something about Remembrance Day that makes me feel very Canadian. Maybe it's the Peace Tower in Ottawa. Maybe the book Vimy by Pierre Berton. Maybe it's Rilla of Ingleside.

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

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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