Maureen Posted November 11, 2015 Report Share Posted November 11, 2015 (edited) When I was in Grade 6 we were taught the poem, In Flanders Fields: In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe:To you from failing hands we throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn Flanders fields. by John McCrae, May 1915 Edited November 11, 2015 by Maureen Vort and AnnieCarvalho 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SpiritDragon Posted November 12, 2015 Report Share Posted November 12, 2015 It seemed like an annual recital every Remembrance day all through-out grade school for me. I remember trying to memorize it when I was in third grade - it was too much for me at that time :) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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