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.

Major John McCrae – 1915


48 thoughts on “Flanders Fields

  1. Goede morgen Joke.
    Prachtig, ontroerend gedicht en weer maar eens mooie foto’s, ik ben dus op je stekje beland waar ik altijd weer met veel plezier op bezoek kom!

  2. Een klassieker, Mc Crae ‘s In Flanders Fields. Maar de poppies blijven fascinerend mooi. De bloem die op braakliggend terrein het eerst heropleeft. Hele mooie foto!

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