11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month



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.


by John McCrae


Remembering those who sacrificed their lives for us. 

 Also remembering my Great Uncle who lost his life on board the HMS Duchess which sank as the result of a collision off the West Coast of Scotland in December 1939 with the loss of 124 lives.

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2 Responses to 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month

  1. a lovely poem – thank you.

  2. Lizbeth says:

    Such a beautiful, poignant poem. Thank you for sharing.

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