John Mccrae Sky Poems

  • 1.
    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
    ...
  • 2.
    He wrought in poverty, the dull grey days,
    But with the night his little lamp-lit room
    Was bright with battle flame, or through a haze
    Of smoke that stung his eyes he heard the boom
    ...
  • 3.
    An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers,
    Where every beam that broke the leaden sky
    Lit other hills with fairer ways than ours;
    Some clustered graves where half our memories lie;
    ...
  • 4.
    “. . . with two other priests; the same night he died,
    and was buried by the shores of the lake that bears his name.”
    Chronicle.

    ...
  • 5.
    O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear
    Above their heads the legions pressing on:
    (These fought their fight in time of bitter fear,
    And died not knowing how the day had gone.)
    ...
  • 6.
    Scarlet coats, and crash o' the band,
    The grey of a pauper's gown,
    A soldier's grave in Zululand,
    And a woman in Brecon Town.
    ...
  • 7.
    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
    ...
  • 8.
    The day is past and the toilers cease;
    The land grows dim 'mid the shadows grey,
    And hearts are glad, for the dark brings peace
    At the close of day.
    ...
  • 9.
    “Sleep, weary ones, while ye may-
    Sleep, oh, sleep!”
    Eugene Field.

    ...
Total 9 Sky Poems by John Mccrae

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jorja: i like this poem

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