In Wounded Fields (5)

... and this is the end of my thoughts about the poets of world war one. Well, not the end of my thoughts but the final installment of my 1996 In Wounded Fields...

To: John McRae: November 1872 - January 1918


Youth steals away from all who live, McRae,
Though weary not the sons the Highlands yields,
Canadian now (except on Empire Day,)
You're 'uncle' to the boys in Flanders' fields.
You wrote; "In Flanders Fields the poppies blow;"
And midst the dogs of war you heard the lark,
Went on; "We shall not ...