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Poetry Friday: In Flander’s Field, A Poem for Veterans Day
Since I’ve been keeping up with my daily blog on Medium and writing each night on my NaNoWriMo novel, I do not have a poem of my own ready today. Veteran’s Day. Thus, I went searching for one on Poets.org where you can find poetry in the public domain.
John McCrae — 1872–1918
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 was 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.
The poem is in the public domain.
