In Flander's Fields
the poppies blow
between the crosses
row on row
that mark our place
and in the sky
the lark
still bravely singing flies.
Scarce heard amid the guns below
we are the dead
short days ago
we lived
felt dawn
saw sunsets glow
loved
and were loved
and now we lie
in flander's fields.
Take up the 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.
In grade eight, Mr Katzman, our teacher made us learn that poem to recite it during our school's Rememberance Day assembly. I just typed that out from heart. It is amazing how vividly I remember that poem, and I even remember the inflection in which he taught us to recite it. Praise God that we live in a free country! I am so thankful for those who gave their lives in pursuit of that freedom.
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