Sunday, 11 November 2012


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.

John Mccrae May 1915

So thankful to live in peace today and very grateful to all those who laid down their lives for that privilege.

Thank you.


  1. Three of my Year 9 girls have set this poem as a song for their 'Armistice Concert' tomorrow. They are powerful words. Jx

  2. I find this poem so moving. It never fails to bring tears to my eyes.

  3. Hi Grace, hope all at The old police house have had a happy and Christmas! Happy New Year!


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