Au champ d’honneur, les coquelicots
\nSont parsem\u00e9s de lot en lot
\nAupr\u00e8s des croix; et dans l’espace
\nLes alouettes devenues lasses
\nM\u00ealent leurs chants au sifflement
\nDes obusiers.
\nNous sommes morts,
\nNous qui songions la veille encor’
\n\u00c0 nos parents, \u00e0 nos amis,
\nC’est nous qui reposons ici,
\nAu champ d’honneur.
\n\u00c0 vous jeunes d\u00e9sabus\u00e9s,
\n\u00c0 vous de porter l’oriflamme
\nEt de garder au fond de l’\u00e2me
\nLe go\u00fbt de vivre en libert\u00e9.
\nAcceptez le d\u00e9fi, sinon
\nLes coquelicots se faneront
\nAu champ d’honneur.<\/p>\n
(Adaptation sign\u00e9e Jean Pariseau, CM, CD, D. \u00e8s L. (histoire).<\/p>\n
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\nIn Flanders fields the poppies blow
\nBetween the crosses, row on row,
\nThat mark our place: and in the sky
\nThe larks still bravely singing fly
\nScarce heard amid the guns below.<\/p>\n
We are the dead: Short days ago,
\nWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
\nLoved and were loved: and now we lie
\nIn Flanders fields!<\/p>\n
Take up our quarrel with the foe
\nTo you, from failing hands, we throw
\nThe torch: be yours to hold it high
\nIf ye break faith with us who die,
\nWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow
\nIn Flanders fields<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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