Angel Jake at the RBC (Rainbow Broadcasting Corporation)

Angel Jake at the RBC (Rainbow Broadcasting Corporation)

Thursday, November 11, 2010

In Flanders Field, a Poem for Veterans/Armistice Day


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.

16 comments:

Molly the Airedale said...

A beautiful post for Veterans day. We love our veterans and we salute them!

Love ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch

Barbara said...

Man, I wish I had thought to post that poem. A fitting one for today!

George The Lad said...

A very touching post, for a very touching day.
We will never forget
Jan and George xxx

Gus said...

That is a lovely poem. It is one of the ones that make muzzer cry. But we loves it anyway.

Thank you for posting it.

kisses
Gussie N Teka

(who are not leaving for St. Loulis until the day AFTER Schmauss!)

How Sam Sees It said...

One of the prettiest, and saddest poems ever written...

Sam

♥♥ The OP Pack ♥♥ said...

Very nice. We too are remembering our veterans and all who continue to serve.

Woos ~ Phantom, Thunder, and Ciara

Asta said...

thank you Boyz
That is vewy bootiful..mommi has wead so many bookses that talk about the howwibulness those boyz and men had to go thwooWe awe vewy gweateful to ouw vetewans
smoochie kisses
ASTA

NAK and The Residents of The Khottage Now With KhattleDog! said...

That one always gets us!

Thanks fur sharing!

Hugz&Khysses
Khyra
PeeEssWoo: My word is DUCKIE

Lorenza said...

Beautiful post!
Happy Veterans Day!
Kisses and hugs
Lorenza

The Black and Tans. said...

Yesterday the UK remembered all the men we have lost at war. A minutes silence was held at the
11am.

A friend sent us this poem..

WHY ARE THEY SELLING POPPIES, MUMMY?
SELLING IN TOWN TODAY.
THE POPPIES,CHILD,ARE FLOWERS OF LOVE,
FOR THE MEN WHO MARCHED AWAY.


BUT WHY HAVE THEY CHOSEN A POPPY MUMMY?
WHY NOT A BEAUTIFUL ROSE?
BECAUSE MY CHILD,MEN FOUGHT AND DIED
IN THE FIELDS WHERE THE POPPIES GROW.


BUT WHY ARE THE POPPIES SO RED?MUMMY?
WHY ARE THE POPPIES SO RED?
RED IS THE COLOUR OF BLOOD, MY CHILD.
THE BLOOD THAT OUR SOLDIERS SHED.

THE HEART OF THE POPPY IS BLACK, MUMMY
WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE BLACK?
BLACK MY CHILD, IS THE SYMBOL OF GRIEF.
FOR THE MEN WHO NEVER CAME BACK

BUT WHY, MUMMY, ARE YOU CRYING SO?
YOUR TEARS ARE GIVING YOU PAIN.
MY TEARS ARE MY FEARS FOR YOU MY CHILD,
FOR THE WORLD IS FORGETTING AGAIN.

AUTHOR UNKNOWN

LEST WE FORGET ON THE 11DAY OF THE 11 MONTH AT THE 11 HOUR
REMEMBRANCE DAY.

Bocci said...

Very beautiful...and what George the Lad said.

The Boston Lady said...

I am late, but that is such a lovely poem and how well I remember the poppies from when I lived in Canada. They don't seem to be a part of Veteran's Day, at least here in Florida. I loved to pin the poppy to my jacket or shirt and wear it all day when I was younger.

We have many veterans in our family and some who were lost at war. My husband's birthday is also November 11 - born to a young Air Force captain in 1958. It's a special day in many ways and it's so good to see people honor it as it should be honored. Ann

William Tell said...

That poem always makes Mom cry. A wonderful tribute to our precious veterans. :)

~Tell

Oorvi said...

That's a beautiful poem, although a little sad...and Molly, Taffy, and Monty's poem was lovely too.

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See you again, soon:)
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Oorvi

Pippa said...

Misery likes that poem. And lots of other WW poems.

Martha said...

A lovely poem, we had not read it before.
xxxx