Lest we forget

A poem for today.  It was written by John McCrae in May,1915.

In Flanders Fields

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


The poem is not mine – but the painting is.

© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems


6 Comments on “Lest we forget”

  1. I had read this for the first time yesterday and was truly moved by it. The painting is as beautiful as the words. Thank you for sharing!

  2. coloursandtextures says:

    Thanks for sharing the poem and the personal touch of your own poppy painting. I had lots growing in the garden this year.

  3. It is such a great poem.
    Very nice poppy too.

  4. Irene Dougherty says:

    Dear Andrea

    Thank you for the deeply moving, poem. Beautifully written by John McCrae. Thank you again for your lovely poppy painting. I scattered lots of poppy seeds in the garden this year and had lots of red poppies swaying in the breeze. They really cheered the garden up. It’s such a shame they only last for a day or two!

    Irene X

    • Thank you Irene, Brian and Tessa for your kind comments – much appreciated! I know I have posted both the poem and the painting before but I just wanted to mark today somehow.

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