Sunday, November 11, 2012

Always remember and never forget

poppiesIn 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.

John McCrae, Canadian medical officer
May 3, 1915


Image via Flickr by Steel Steve


  1. Thank you for printing this poem for us. Always love it.

    Your headline reminds me of what they say on the Elvis channel of Sirius radio -- "We don't just remember Elvis. We never forgot." And least anyone feel I am diluting the message of remembering veterans, I'll just say that Elvis WAS a vet.

    God bless America and all our people who serve her.

  2. I love this poem for us...always remenber and never forget!!!


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