Monday, May 28, 2012

Memorial Day

In Flander's Field

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 John McCrae

The Battle's O'er is a Scottish song that seem particularly appropriate for today. It a very common piping tune, but I came across this rather fine sung version of it, so I am posting it here:

1 comment:

Molly said...

That made for a proper Memorial Day, being good and beautiful to look at, and to listen to. Thankee.