2 thoughts on “A Collection of poems recognising the Centenary of the outbreak of war in 1914”
Personally I love this one from WW I by John McCrae…
Cheers,
Micky
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.
I do too, very much. I just wanted to see what I could come up with 100 years later. I was never sure what I would say till I started writing each one.
Jovis on a Journey... 
Personally I love this one from WW I by John McCrae…
Cheers,
Micky
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.
I do too, very much. I just wanted to see what I could come up with 100 years later. I was never sure what I would say till I started writing each one.