By: Revnant Dream

Revnant Dream — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 01:59:08 +0000

To all the veterans who have fought for our two Nations
For those who died. My Thanks, you are remembered . I would hope to shake a few hands when we all meet again on that last day.
God help that we never forget the message of this poem. Its never stale. That each generation keeps the faith a fire, for the next.

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies grow
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.

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