In heartfelt remembrance today, of all those, the whole world over, who have fallen in battle.
and are still falling....
In Flanders Fields
and are still falling....
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.
by John McCrae, May 1915
4 comments:
Thank you Leanne for sharing this most poignant poem and for reminding us that "they still are falling."
May the day come when the poppies can be treasured and loved for their beauty alone, and not for the memory of war's devastation.
Pax,
Duncan
Today I shall think of my old Grandad, whos back was injured in WW2. He spent 14 years laying paralized in my nans front room until he died.It breaks my heart to think of it and all the young men who didn't even make it back home.I certainly waer my Popy with pride and I make sure that my son understands why.
Thank you, Leanne. I wear my poppy for my grandfather who died in Lebanon in WWI and whose death changed the lives of my family forever. I wear it for my late Dad, who was to have been an Olympic diver but who had his shoulder destroyed in WWII and could never compete again. I wear it for all the young women and men who are still dying in stupid, senseless wars. I yearn for the day when I will never need to wear it again but can just plant it in my garden, as Duncan says, to "be treasured and loved for {its} beauty alone".
Pax indeed.
Tui
These words are still relevant nearly a century later - it seems that we never learn!
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