…and in the morning, we will remember them.

Poppy Memorial

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.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

Poppy Memorial

12 Comments CherryPie on Nov 11th 2016

12 Responses to “At the Going Down of the Sun…”

  1. James Higham says:

    That’s a lovely poppy thingy there.

  2. Wendy says:

    Such a moving poem about such a terrible time.

  3. ....peter:) says:

    this is a magnificent memorial sculpture for Remembrance Day Cherie…
    i read this poem every year and thanks for sharing it with us…
    Lest we forget!!


  4. Such a moving post and poem – the sculpture is beautiful.

  5. Astrid says:

    This is beautiful art. Amazing.