Concert Band - Grade 4
SKU: ML.013710080-S
Composed by Guillaume Détrez. Score. Molenaar Edition #013710080-S. Published by Molenaar Edition (ML.013710080-S).
In Flanders Fields is a play recounting the Battle of Vimy Ridge (France) which took place from April 9 to 12, 1917. The introduction refers to the thousands of graves found at the site of Notre-Dame de Lorette. Then begins the episode of preparation and fierce battle. Thanks to the Canadian Expeditionary Force that came as reinforcements, the battle was won and the site secured at 6 a.m. (brass choir accompanied by 6 bells). The title of this work also refers to a poem by John Mac Rae located at the entrance to the memorial museum.
“In Flanders Fields"
By Col. John McCrae,
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
"In Flanders Fields" is een toneelstuk over de Slag om Vimy Ridge (Frankrijk) die plaatsvond van 9 tot 12 april 1917. De inleiding verwijst naar de duizenden graven die op de site van Notre-Dame de Lorette zijn gevonden. Daarna begint de episode van voorbereiding en hevige strijd. Dankzij het Canadese Expeditieleger dat als versterking kwam, werd de strijd gewonnen en de site om 6 uur 's ochtends veiliggesteld (koperkoor begeleid door 6 klokken). De titel van dit werk verwijst ook naar een gedicht van John Mac Rae dat zich bij de ingang van het herdenkingsmuseum bevindt.
“In Flanders Fields"
By Col. John McCrae,
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