In this tender reflection, Janey honours Remembrance Day through the timeless words of In Flanders Fields.
She explores how grief, memory, and love intertwine — and how remembrance becomes an act of renewal.
A quiet invitation to pause, to feel, and to find peace in the stories we carry.
In Flanders Fields
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
Written during the First World War by Canadian physician
Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae.
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