…and in the morning, we will remember them.
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
1915
That’s a lovely poppy thingy there.
The artwork is by Tom Roberts and it is entitled ‘In Flanders Fields’.
Beautiful, CP.
Thank you
Such a moving poem about such a terrible time.
I history that sadly we repeat all too often.
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!!
….peter:)
As soon as I saw the sculpture I loved it and when I got a bit closer I saw that this poem was inside it
Such a moving post and poem – the sculpture is beautiful.
I was quite taken with the sculpture.
This is beautiful art. Amazing.
It is a fabulous piece of art, my photos don’t really do it justice.