In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1915
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
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.
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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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Greater love hath no man than this,
that a man lay down his life for his friends.
John 15:13
John 15:13
12 comments:
Beautiful!!! have a great weekend and a wonderful memorial day:)
Neither I, nor anyone else, could
have said it better! Awesome postcard too!
Never forget!
M ^..^
The beautiful poem says it all
We should neve forget
Karen
Wonderful post.......thank you.
Blessings,
Pam
Thinking of you....
Thank you for this lovely reminder.
How beautiful and powerful too.
thanks for stopping by my little place. i really havent kept up with it in past months like i did when i first started. im enjoying this place... ill def be back through. :)
oh and i forgot to say, in school we sang a song written around this poem and it was beautiful. nice post.
Moving... Thank you for sharing.
Such a beautiful post, Cathy!
Love that scripture.
Many Blessings,
Julie
Lovely! Thanks so much for stopping by my place and taking the time to comment. I hope you had a wonderful Memorial Day with your loved ones...have a great week! :)
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