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Poetry Contest Entry

John McCrea
Artist - Unknown
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My Ode to Flanders Field

Inspired by In Flanders Field ~ John McCrea

~By T'Prang


In Flanders fields the poppies blow
~ In the fields where they still grow,
Between the crosses, row on row,
~ To mark their places in our hearts,
That mark our place; and in the sky
~ For all Gods angels to see and hold high,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
~ Flying so high into the sky,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
~ Fighting wars we'll never know.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
~ You gave your lives for us, all so many years ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
~ To see the sun in your eyes, the beauty of the light,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
~ You died, as so we could live
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
~ You stood you up, so we wouldn't have to fight
To you from failing hands we throw
~ With loving arms we long to hold
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
~ And we will always remember you until we die
If ye break faith with us who die
~ Then all you have done for us is lost
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
~ In our hearts we will always know
In Flanders fields.


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