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.
God Bless our Heroes Past & Present.
I saw this on Enjays blog .
I think it is just perfect for today.
Thank for calling today!
xx Jan
It's very moving Jan.
ReplyDeleteMade me cry :(
Thinking of my grandad today xxx
Mel. xxx
Beautiful poem Jan. Thinking of all the young men that gave their lives for us. Very emotional for so many people. We should never forget. Hugs Rita xxx
ReplyDeletethankyou for liking my post, ofcourse i dont mind you using it..xx
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ReplyDeleteI visited your blog following your kind comment. Your work is lovely. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem which is so touching.
Laine X
Very moving Jan,so many have given their lives now......it's so sad :O( Viv xx
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