In Flanders Fields

 At this time of the year, it is appropriate that we remember those men and women who gave their lives so that others could live in liberty. In Flanders Fields is one of the most poignant and moving poems ever written. It was written by the Canadian doctor and Artillery Major John McCrae after his good friend Lieutenant Alexis Helmer was killed by a German shell on 2^nd May 1915,  in the second week of the Second Battle of Ypres. As the Army chaplain was absent that day on other business, it was John McCrae himself who carried out the funeral service for his good friend.

Next day, several officers saw John McCrae sitting on the rear step of  an ambulance, scribbling the poem on some paper, and looking at his friend’s grave. But, the poem almost never the saw the light of day, as McCrae discarded the poem. A fellow officer retrieved it, and it was eventually sent to The Spectator Magazine and Punch. The Spectator rejected the poem, but Punch published it. Ever since, the poem’s spell has grown and grown, just like the irrepressible poppies in Flanders fields.

Here is the poem:-

 In Flanders Fields

By John McCrae

May 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 arms we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high
And if you break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae caught pneumonia and meningitis in January 1918, and was moved to a hospital on the French coast. Before he died he whispered to the doctor treating him   ‘not to break the faith with those who die’.

 Moira Michael worked for the YMCA in America and was so inspired after reading ‘In Flanders Fields’ in 1918, that she wrote a moving reply to McCrae’s poem. It was called ‘We shall keep the Faith’.

We shall keep the Faith

Moira Michael

Oh! You who sleep in Flanders fields

Sleep sweet-to arise anew;
We caught the torch you threw;
And holding high we kept
The faith with those who died.
We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valour led
It seems to signal to the skies
The blood of heroes never dies
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders fields.

 And now the torch and poppy red

Wear in honour of our dead
Fear not that you died for naught
We’ve learnt the lesson that you taught
In Flanders fields.

 There were a number of other replies which formed around the themes of the poppy and the keeping of the faith, which led to the amazing spirit of the men and women of the free world, who fought for freedom amongst the most awful conditions known to man, and kept their dignity to win the war for the allies.

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A Tribute to Amy Winehouse

We only said Goodbye with Words

Amy sang songs with a hundred words
Though they were as fleeting as the birds
That flew to a thousand lands around the place,
They brought a smile to every face.

Before our very eyes she became a star,

Her talent was as immense as the oceans,
We would never know quite how far
She could stir up all the emotions.

We listened intently to her every word,

Cherished every song we heard,
But there was simply nowhere to hide,
From the demons she felt inside.

Though Amy cried her tears dry,

She always held her head high,
There was to be no turning back
She would always go Back to Black.

There are no words which could express

When she was clearly in distress,
We can only say goodbye with words,
Though they are as graceful as the birds.

Amy cried a thousand times when she cried,

She died a hundred times before she died,
We can only say goodbye with words
She was as fleeting as the birds,
She was as fleeting as the birds….