Flanders field

Remembering our Veterans on Veteran’s Day. We remember your amazing hard work, dedication, and amazing sacrifices made by you and your families. You will never be forgotten. Poetry sp…

All about Passchendaele, the Last Post, John McCrae and the First World War: This is why Ypres and Flanders fields are worth a visit.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow . . .

As a child I used to walk past a little stone house with a white picket fence every day on my way to school. It had been built in 1858, and was known as the John McCrae birthplace. My school, which…

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 From "In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae

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In Flanders Fields the poppy grew. Wear your poppies proud. I will.

More than a hundred years after its creation, John McCrae's poem "In Flanders Fields" lives on as a cornerstone of Remembrance Day.

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“In Flanders Fields” is the world’s most famous memorial poem by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae. On this Memorial Day let’s all bow our heads for a moment of silence to give thanks and honor to the heroic men and woman who served to protect our country and keep us safe. #poems

As the enormity of loss in the Civil War created Memorial Day, the traumatic experience of World War One, the “Great War”, led to Armistice Day, celebrated in Great Britain and the Commonwealth countries as “Remembrance Day” and in the US as Veterans Day after 1954. Remembrance Day is marked by a two-minute collective silence, …

In Flanders' fields, where the poppies blow ….BETWEEN THE CROSSES - ROW ON ROW…………ccp

Flanders Field. I cannot read about WW1 without breaking down. So awful.

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…