In Flanders fields the poppies blowA WWI poem written by Canadian soldier John McCrae, just after (or during, depending on which source you trust) the burial of his friend, Lt. Alexis Helmer. Since then, the poem has become a symbol of remembrance, not just for WWI, but for all the commonwealth soldiers who sacrificed themselves in war.
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.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Thank you for your ultimate sacrifice!
Jacqueline is a fan of historical dramas as long as they're clean with some crazy plot twists. Often she writes with her darling Nash-cat resting on her arms, which makes for some interesting typing. She's a survivor of narcissistic head games, and adds bits and pieces taken from her experiences to her stories.
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