Tuesday, 11 November 2008

Lest We Forget




I don't know about other countries but in Canada, when I was in grade school, we learned this poem.





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
Lt. Colonel John McCrae

7 comments :

Laurie said...

You brought tears to my eyes today. I remember learning that poem, too.

What a powerful, beautiful image, too. Thanks, Wayne.

Virginia said...

Great tribute today Wayne. Thanks
V

Dina said...

Oh what a neat poem. We never learnt this in school here in Malta , but we did learn what's poppy day is all about and at school the kids get a paper poppy too.

I've been to Vancouver once and loved it. I'm hoping that i will be there soon one day, in the meantime I shall be visiting your blog for photos and information.

In which part of VAncouver do you live?

Wayne said...

Dina, I live near the geographical centre. If you go to Fraser St. and 43rd Ave. in Google Maps you'll see where I live. If you use satellite you will see the school and large cemetery close by.

angela said...

That poem always brings tears to my eyes...a great tribute.

babooshka said...

Yes we did. Perfect tribute

jill said...

Wonderful tribute Wayne. I love the poem and the photo.