November 11, 2009

The 11th Hour of the 11th Day -- Lest We Forget















In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915



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.

Wake 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.


5 comments:

lakeviewer said...

Thank you for sharing this video and poem. They speak volumes.

drollgirl said...

this is making me bawl. we are indebted to so many.

Cheryl said...

I'm ashamed to admit, I totally forgot about Veteran's Day. That's a really beautiful, haunting poem which I've never taken the time to contemplate til now. thanks for the reminder!

Elizabeth said...

Oh the poem gave me chills. Perfect choice.

Home Audio Components said...

nice poems & video