Dr John McCrae was a Canadian battle ground surgeon. He worte poems while on combat duty. The most famous one was the " In Flanders Field", which was most recited on the Veterians Day in Canada. It also sparked the wearing of red poppy flowers in memory of the fallen solders, especially in the Commonwealth Countries.
I am reading another poem of his. Many thanks to Beautifulwind for adding the background music. It's unimaginable to put a "naked" reading out there, in sharp contrast to the recent wave of talented singers. Thanks for listening.
The Pilgrims By John McCrae 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; And one grim Shadow creeping ever nigh:
And this was Life.
Wherein we did another's burden seek, The tired feet we helped upon the road, The hand we gave the weary and the weak, The miles we lightened one another's load, When, faint to falling, onward yet we strode: This too was Life. Till, at the upland, as we turned to go Amid fair meadows, dusky in the night, The mists fell back upon the road below; Broke on our tired eyes the western light; The very graves were for a moment bright:
Dr John McCrae was a Canadian battle ground surgeon. He worte poems while on combat duty. The most famous one was the " In Flanders Field", which was most recited on the Veterians Day in Canada. It also sparked the wearing of red poppy flowers in memory of the fallen solders, especially in the Commonwealth Countries.
I am reading another poem of his. Many thanks to Beautifulwind for adding the background music. It's unimaginable to put a "naked" reading out there, in sharp contrast to the recent wave of talented singers. Thanks for listening.
The Pilgrims By John McCrae 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; And one grim Shadow creeping ever nigh:And this was Life.
Wherein we did another's burden seek, The tired feet we helped upon the road, The hand we gave the weary and the weak, The miles we lightened one another's load, When, faint to falling, onward yet we strode: This too was Life. Till, at the upland, as we turned to go Amid fair meadows, dusky in the night, The mists fell back upon the road below; Broke on our tired eyes the western light; The very graves were for a moment bright:And this was Death.
Saved the poem for later when I have more time to digest it:)
Great reciting!
remind me where English is originally from , not America nor Canada
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