In Flanders Fields.
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.
By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, 1915.
Remembrance Day is a memorial day observed by the members of the Commonwealth (Australia, Barbados, Canada, India, Kenya, Mauritius, New Zealand, Saint Lucia, South Africa and the United Kingdom) since the end of the First World War. It is a day of reflection, to remember those who have died in the line of duty.
Remembrance Day is observed on the 11th of November to recall the end of hostilities of World War I “at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month” in 1915.
The red poppy has become a familiar emblem of Remembrance Day due to the beautiful poem In Flanders Fields. The poppy bloomed across some of the worst battlefields of Flanders in World War I, their brilliant red colour became a symbol for the blood spilled in the war.
When I read In Flanders Fields I hear my Pa’s voice. He loved those words.
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