Tuesday, November 11, 2008

And on a serious note

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

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.


Allison said...

Its one of the few things we memorized in school that I fully remember.

Heather said...

I remember not truly understanding the depths of this poem as a student. Now I understand and I get choked up every single time I read it. Thank you for posting this.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I just learned today that McCrae apparently wrote this in above 5 minutes. Incredible how a 5 minute effort could be so eternal.

John Mutford said...

Allison: I remember most of it through hearing it at school assemblies, but I don't think any teacher actually tried to make us remember it.

Heather: It was always so wildly popular that I just assumed it couldn't be that great. I can be a snob like that. It's only as an adult that I came across it in a poetry anthology and was somewhat forced to take a more critical eye to it, that I came to appreciate it.

Barbara: Hearing things like that makes me believe that art comes from a higher place.