November is the month of Remembrance
In Flanders Fields
By
John McCrae
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.
On Remembrance Sunday in our family we remember
Private John Hopkins
The Loyal North Lancashire Regiment
Died 24 January 1919
Buried Ince Cemetery, Wigan, Lancashire
Buried Ince Cemetery, Wigan, Lancashire
Driver Frederick Arkwright
Royal Army Service Corps
Died 1 February 1945
Buried Schoonselhof Cemetery
Antwerp, Belgium
I have always liked that poem, Josie. Thanks for posting it here.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Susan. It's one of my favourite poems too.
DeleteJust beautiful x
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dawn x
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