Wednesday, 24 April 2013


In Flanders Field

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. 

John McCrae

In memory of the thousands of ANZAC servicemen and women who have died in foreign lands.

April 25th


  1. This is such a beautiful poem to celebrate Anzac Day. It is so important that we all carry on remembering. Good too, that the schools are very into this as well now, so future generations will also remember.

  2. That's a beautiful poem. We had to memorize it years ago in grade school and I've never forgotten it. Here in Canada we all wear poppies and have special services for those who fought for our country. We call it Remembrance Day.

  3. Dearest Diana,
    What a beautiful poem and I was really moved, my friend.
    My father fought in the worl warⅡ. He never talked about it and no way hearing from him with his mental situation now(^^;)

    Sending you lots of love and hugs from Japan, xoxo Miyako*


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