In Flanders fields (lieutenant-kolonel John McCrae, 1872-1918),
geschreven in 1915
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.
Op de foto : de poppy op de vest van Peter Grognard, Ernest Ourystraat Hoegaarden, elk jaar aanwezig op de 11-november. Volgend jaar willen we allemaal zo'n poppy op onze vest. We herdenken dan 100 jaar Grooten Oorlog.
