In Flanders Fields

Publié le 8 Janvier 2015

 

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

BY JOHN MCCRAE, MAY 1915

 

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.

 

      Salomé

 

                                                        Safia-copie-1

Rédigé par Lettres

Publié dans #It's a Long Way to Tipperary - 2014

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