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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.

Here are some really good war poems wrote by Wilfred Owen...

Unfortunately, he died the day before the war ended, and his mother received the telegram that he was dead, about an hour after she found out the war had ended...

Wilfred Owen Poetry

I'm actually really disappointed as usually I go and play the trumpet at the remberance service however this year, i'm no longer in the band.

Inter arma enim silent leges.

I would like to give thanks to the Australian soldiers:

They shall not grow old,
As we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn,
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning
We will remember them

lest we forget

quote:

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Originally posted by Pipish
I would like to give thanks to the Australian soldiers:

They shall not grow old,
As we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn,
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning
We will remember them

lest we forget

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lest we forget

I haven't long come back from Belgium visiting the grave of Ellis Humphrey Evans (Hedd Wyn) on a school trip. He was a Welsh poet who won the chair in the National Eisteddfod under the psuedonym 'fleur-de-lis', but he never got to collect his award as he died at war in Ypres. I would put the poem he won with called 'Yr Arwr' but it's 21 pages long, so here is one of his other poems:

Y Blotyn Du
Nid oes gennym hawl ar y ser,
Na'r lleuad hiraethus chwaith,
Na'r cwmwl o aur a ymylch
Yng nghanol y glesni maith.
Nid oes gennym hawl ar ddim byd,
Ond ar yr hen ddaear wyw;
A honno sy'n anhrefn i gyd
Yng nghanol gogoniant Duw

Translated:

The Black Spot
We have no right to the stars,
Nor the homesick moon,
Nor the clouds edged with gold
In the centre of the long blueness.

We have no right to anything
But the old and withered earth
That is all in chaos
At the centre of God's glory.

quote:

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Originally posted by Pipish
I would like to give thanks to the Australian soldiers:

They shall not grow old,
As we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn,
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning
We will remember them

lest we forget

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lest we forget