Flanders Fields (was Re: He was Bill Weasley in every sense of the way

[Angela Boyko]

That poem was written by a Canadian soldier, who later
died in WWI. It is part of the annual observances of
Remembrace Day on November 11 in Canada.

Angela

--- hamster8 at hotmail.com wrote:

> For the benefit of those of you not on HP_Paradise,
> I found an old 
> poem written on a postcard I bought in Belgium
> today.  It was written 
> in 1915, at the height of the First World War.  I
> was sorting through 
> my postcard collection (have over 500 at this
> point), and the midday 
> news was on, and ... guess what, they were looping
> that same footage, 
> endlessly, endlessly.  The poem may need updating,
> but I think it's 
> apt, and I reproduce it here.
> 
> 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.
> 
> Al


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