In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween 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.
I used "Poppies grow" because that not only makes more sense, but is repeated later in the poem. No one knows for sure which it was meant to be.
ReplyDeleteThanks for remembering. I did too:
http://jaguwar.wordpress.com/2011/11/11/in-remembrance/
Tell me what you think! :)