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In Flanders Fields
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.
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.
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.
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.
-John McCrae
Wow.... I was watching a Rememberance Day channel on tv and it showed you a wall of all the names of the men and woman that died... for their country. I was shaken as the camera zoomed into a small child's hand writing on a peice of paper near a bottom of the wall with a poppy or two leaning against it. The paper had a young kids' drawing on it along with a small paragraph starting " Dear Dead Daddy..."
ReplyDeleteI felt like crying so much, but you just made my day. :)
army
That does sound very sad...they paid a high price for our freedom, didn't they?
Deleteno kidding.... :( now i feel so humble. and i am glad.
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This song is awesome. Lyrics and music. Wow. Powerful stuff - and what a fantastic version of it, with the pipes and orchestra! LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE IT!! :) - (Auntie C.)
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