I cannot tell you how many times I was given the assignment to memorize, In Flanders Fields. Seems to me it was every November, throughout grade school!
Sadly, when I tried to remember it just a few days ago, I could only recall a few lines, but thanks to Google, I was able to quickly pull it up for a refresher.
It’s a lovely poem with a sound both sober and lilting–if that’s possible–perhaps because it takes me back to childhood. And while I always hated getting called on to recite it in front of the class, I always liked the way I felt when I said the words. Even now, when I read it out loud, it echoes in my heart.
So this November 11th, known here in Canada as Remembrance Day, I give to you, In Flanders Fields.
IN FLANDERS FIELDS
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on…