In Flander\'s Field
In honor of my grandfather, a chaplain who serviced the wounded and dying on the battlefields of France. This was his …
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In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915
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.
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*Holding you so so so TIGHT and not letting go* xxx
hopeful0712
That is Really Good! I have no talent like that at all!! Your really good! Love You,Joy!!
joylmp
Thisnt my own poem it is my favorite poem, it is by John McCrae, written in 1915
unloveddevilchild
Thought I'd share one of my favorites, written approx. 2000 years ago.
"But as many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the Sons of God, even to them that believe on His Name:"
John 1:12
jvega