A new section for my blog that will be posted on Tuesdays. My course has ended now and wanted to have something to add for Tuesdays.
I have often thought that some of my photos would go with some of the poetry that is out there and have decided that I am going to do this. I am no writer, often wish in someway I was but I have decided that if my photos fit then I am going to share them.
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
By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915 during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium