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 falling 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.
John McCrae
Mansions of the Lord
To fallen soldiers, let us sing,
Where no rockets fly or bullets wing
Our broken brothers let us bring
To the Mansions of the Lord.
No more bleeding, no more fight
No prayers pleading through the night,
Just divine embrace, eternal light
In the Mansions of the Lord.
Where no mothers cry and no children weep
We will stand and guard though the angels sleep
All through the ages safely keep
The Mansions of the Lord.
Words by Randall Wallace
The Fallen
They shall grow not 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.
Laurence Binyon
My last post of poems was to All.
To all veterans, thank you for your service to our great nation.
May God bless and keep you.
Three good choices. Thanks.
I wrote this one for Memorial Day 2004 but I am linking it here.
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/1141644/posts?page=452#452
Thank you- I love "Mansions of the Lord" and it will always remind me of the dignity of the troops removing Ronald Reagan's casket from the Church after his funeral service.
You might like this tribute to the troops now serving.
http://www.thepalletmaster.com/flash1.html
Thank you for sharing these wonderful poems with us.