Tag Archives: John McCrae
The Famous Poem
“In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place,” – John McCrae In the days leading up to Remembrance Day, I am reposting some past thoughts on war that were stirred up by visits to European battlefields. The names of the battlefields are different, but nothing else seems to have […]
At Essex Farm
I listened to the national Remembrance Day ceremonies from Ottawa on the radio this year. Felt strange to be observing a time of silence at 5 p.m. my time instead of the traditional 11 a.m. As always on November 11, I was thinking of my maternal grandfather, who came home from that First World War, […]
In Flanders Fields
I am away until the end of May. Until I get back I am re-posting some favourites so you don’t miss me too much. “In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place,” – John McCrae There are no longer crosses in Flanders fields. Those were temporary wooden […]
Standing In Flanders Fields
“In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place,” – John McCrae There are no longer crosses in Flanders fields. Those were temporary wooden markers, erected in haste during a lull in the shelling. The incessant, almost ceaseless shelling. The crosses are gone but the graves are still there, marked […]
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