In Flanders Fields
From Wikipedia
In Flanders Fields is e gedicht uut 1915 van John McCrae, e Canadeeschn dokteur. En et eschreevn beisn 'n Êeste Weireldoorloge.
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[bewerk'n] 't Gedicht
In Flanders fields (John McCrae)
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- 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.
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[bewerk'n] Museum
E styf bekend museum in Yper noemt In Flanders Fields.
[bewerk'n] Bronn
- VERLEYEN, H., In Flanders Fields: het verhaal van John McCrae, zijn gedicht en de klaproos, De Klaproos, 1992. ISBN 90-5508-001-2.
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