Remembrance Sunday

Today as we know, it is Remembrance Sunday, or Armistice Day. A day on which we pay our respects to servicemen and women in the Great Wars, and conflicts to this day. We hold a silence at 11 o’clock, AM, to this respect.
Now, I am not particularly one for poetry. I prefer literature and song. My attitude for poetry is not shifted for war poetry, but for one poem. It is of course ‘In Flanders Fields’, by John Mccrae. This is one of the only poems I enjoy, and I will lay it now in respect of Armistice, at 11AM on the 11th November, 1918.

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.

Lest we forget.



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