In recognition of Veteran’s Day, I am reposting this from previous years.
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.
This poem was written by John McCrae. I learned it in school as a child and remember it every Veteran’s Day. My sincere gratitude to all our veterans, living and dead, for the sacrifices they made so we could enjoy freedom.
Beautiful, Noelle… Thanks so much for sharing.
You know, I learned this in junior high, as it was called back then, and am amazed I can still recite it!
So evocative! Lest we forget 🙁
A touching poem, Noelle. I like that you had to memorize it in grade school. That feels important to me. It’s important to remember the bravery as well as the deep loss.
That’s beautiful Noelle. Thanks for sharing.
Lovely poem❤
Funny I can still recite it after all these years~
So touching❤️