In Flanders Fields

5 12 2011

Our house was built in 1914, the year World War I began.  The Great War.  “The war to end war.”  This eloquent poem was written by Lt. Col. John McCrae after watching his friend die the day before.  It was 1915.

We honor those who protect liberty and life from tyranny, toxic political hegemony and other ills that plague humankind.  But it comes at a price.

“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.”




2 responses

26 08 2015
Gaye Lindsey

Can you tell me the source of the photo of the crosses in this post? Is it from the actual cemetery in France that was memorialized by the poem In Flanders Field, or some other military cemetery? I would appreciate any info you may have.

6 12 2015
Christian Fahey

Hmm…..not really sure Gaye. It’s been over four years since I wrote this but I suspect it’s probably NOT in Belgium. The inspiration for this, beyond the holidays, was the scene around the tomb of Len in “Mr. Holland’s Opus” where Mr. Holland’s colleague read the McCrae poem. Thanks for stopping by and I apologize for the tardy response!

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