poppy appeal ...
Don’t forget to wear your poppy with pride.
In Flanders' Fields
John McCrae, 1915
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.
6 comments:
This poem is a favourite of mine ... in fact, I'm planning to post it on my blog this weekend for Remebrance Day. ~ hugs, Lynda xo
Hi Louise, thank you for the poem for Remembrance Day.
Margaret and Noreen
Hi, Louise thank you for your comments, i have had a good nose around your blog, i too lived on a farm, and my first car was a mini.
The poem is lovely, if only mankind would take heed, but i guess each generation thinks it knows best, Stephne X
An important message! I will wear my poppy with pride, but they keep falling off! - have bought several.
That is a lovely poem.
I have bought my 'poppies' and a big plastic one for Nigella the vw camper..
We should never forget those brave men - ever.
I wear my poppy with great pride and will posting something for Rememberence Sunday.
XX
Hello there,
I have just discovered your blog and just want to say thanks for the poem.
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