In Flanders fields 2018 - a letter to John McCrae
In Flanders fields poppies still blow
Between the headstones, row on row
That mark your place, and in the sky
the larks, still bravely sing, and fly,
Intently heard by the hushed crowd below
Between the headstones, row on row
That mark your place, and in the sky
the larks, still bravely sing, and fly,
Intently heard by the hushed crowd below
You are the dead, you paid our price
But we refuse to forget your sacrifice
You are loved and honoured and now you lie
in Flanders fields.
We choose to make peace with the foe
Catch and raise high that torch you throw
We will not break faith with you who died
Only with those who lied
You can now sleep, as now we know
the horror of Flanders fields.
