Remembrance day is approaching in Canada and the UK, as well as similar holidays in many other parts of the world, and I thought I would do my part by posting this poem by a Canadian soldier named John McCrae. He served in both the Boer War near the turn of the century, as well as World War One.
For more information about John McCrae, please visit this link:
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae - Veterans Affairs Canada
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.
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