In Flander’s Field – A Wartime Poem

Last updated: July 28, 2018 at 4:27 am

poppies photoSadly, humans have a habit of being arrogant and aggressive. This often leads to war – violent clashes between the humans which culminate in fighting, destruction, misery and death. War is doubtless one of the saddest realities of human existence which can sometimes be avoided.

Throughout history, people whom have been caught in the onslaught of war have put pen to paper in an effort to describe its horrors and their own sentiments during the war. One such literature is the poem “In Flander’s Field” by Canadian soldier, physician and author, John Mccrae.

Mccrae was a Canadian who served during the First World War with the Allied Forces against Germany and other nations forming what was called the “Central Powers.”

After burying one of his comrades whom was killed in the war, Mccrae penned the poem “In Flander’s Field,” to give strength to the soldiers who were still alive and fighting.

When I was in primary school, there was a special day every year when artificial poppies were sold to raise funds for the families of the veterans of the First and Second World Wars.

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields where poppies grow
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.

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