Remembering Remembrance Day

One Remembrance Day when I was in high school I was asked to read the famous poem by John McCrae, In Flanders Fields, over the PA system for the entire school.  Later, a couple of friends told me that they had been close to tears listening to this well-known poem.  Like most things, we can skim over it or read to understand and feel.

I have copied In Flanders Fields, the poem that signifies November 11th.  Close your door.  Read it aloud. Hear the roar.  Hear the silence.  Hear the sorrow.  Hear the hope.

I wear my poppy with appreciation and pride.  Thanks Dad.  You’re still my hero.

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 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.

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2 Responses to Remembering Remembrance Day

  1. Well said, Suzanne. I have always been moved by this poem.

  2. Thank you Karen. Words are powerful. I’m also moved that such a beautiful poem can tell us about something so horrific.

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