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 ~
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae was inspired to write this poem on May 3, 1915 (Click on the link above to learn more of this inspiring account.)
We drove through our local cemetery on Memorial Day and were touched by this display of honor and remembrance. Lest we Forget ~
Believe it or not, I’ve actually been to Flanders Fields. When we were living in the Netherlands, I went with my son on a school trip. We also walked through the old war trenches, it was a very educating, yet somber trip.
I actually thought about you before posting this and wondered if you’d had that honor! Amazing, friend ♥
Beautiful tribute! My husband’s father is buried at Coriano Ridge War Cemetery in northern Italy.(WWII). A cousin visited it years ago and sent us beautiful photographs. We hope to see it ourselves one day. So many gave their lives for our freedom! I so admire our military and their families!
Jeannette ~ I hope you do get to see it in person! I agree….we will never truly understand the sacrifice. ♥
Beautiful post, Paula. Thank you!
I love that poem. Its so powerful and moving.
I agree with you….it speaks ♥ Thanks for reading!