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Posted November 10th, 2009 in Community, Sharing the Experience | 
LEST WE FORGET
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
Appreciation
This was the first poem learned as a little person. At first, it was just a poem. With each season passing, it has grown in significance becoming one that never passes far from memory.
Remembrance Day
This poem, is part of Remembrance Day ceremonies in Canada and other countries. It was written by a Canadian – Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army.
