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.
In memory of
all who died in Flanders' battlefields. I don't own this poem,
John McCrae owns it. This poem is for Memorial Day. I hope
everyone respects their loved ones who died. <3
[I miss you grandmpa <3]
Love, xhow2savealifex
3 faves · 2 comments · May 23, 2009 3:51pm
xoBMTox13
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1 decade ago
we sang that for chorus last year.
beautiful song
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xHow2SaveaLifex · 1 decade ago
yup =)
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