[BRIEF NOTE] War's done

[rfmcdonald]

"In Flanders Fields"


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.

- From John McCrae's 1918 In Flanders Fields and Other Poems.