My dad was a schoolboy during World War I, and In Flanders Fields was a poem he and his classmates learned and recited at school. When I was a kid, he used to recite it sometimes on Armistice Day.
In Flanders Fields By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918), Canadian Army 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.
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I lived in Canada from 1999 to 2003 and remember this poem because part of it is quoted on the Canadian $10 bill.
Wow! Poetry on money--what an artistically aware country! Thanks for stopping by, Jonathan!
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