Saturday, September 11, 2010
Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet - to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.
We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.
And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.
I had a long rant prepared for how I saw our political leadership abandoning the purposes we had dedicated ourselves to after 9/11. But I erased it. Instead above, find the poem written in 1918 by Moinan Michael as a response to MacCrae's famous poem "In Flanders Fields".
Robin 9:44 AM