In Flanders Fields - John Mc Crae

Omdat ik er toevallig aan dacht dat het vandaag Wapenstilstand is (hier in Spanje kennen ze dat niet, wegens geen deelname aan WO I) en omdat het een mooi gedicht is.

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.