In Flanders Fields

The poem, "In Flanders Fields", by John McCrae, is rendered beautifully in an animated video.

What the creator of the video has done will warm the heart of any lover of poetry. In some ways this is a society of dead poets created by a creative and sensitive artist, Jim Clark. What you will see is a photograph of the poet, John McCrae, animated so that it looks like a film of him actually reciting, "In Flanders Fields". McRae's lips "move", his eyes "blink", and his head "moves", creating a satisfying verisimilitude. Keep in mind that John McCrae, a Canadian physician, was killed in 1918. You must see this.

Mr. Clark has animated images of other poets such as John Keats, Alfred Tennyson, and W.B. Yeats. Clark has brought these poets "back to life" in some profound way to live again with the "eternal lines to time" they wrote. I believe there are over thirty of these animated poetry readings created by Mr. Clark. Please, Mr. Clark, bring us more. From the page: "Heres is a virtual movie of John McCrae reading his famous WW1 poem "In Flanders Fields" The poem is read excellently by Gordon Mackenzie. Kind Regards, Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2008".

Click on the link to witness the video of this beautiful rendering of "In Flanders Fields".

http://www.dailymotion.com/related/x4nwsf_john-keats-ode-on-melancholy-poem-m_music/video/x4kod9_john-mccrae-flanders-fields-poem-mo_music?from=rss

Slow Dance

I suppose when one knows that one's death is imminent, the secret of living a good life is revealed in some mystical way. I have not had this revelation, but the remarkable poetry of this girl gives me hope.

"This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital. It was sent by a doctor - " Source: emule.com/poetry [emule.com]

Slow Dance

Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain


Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic
flight? Or gazed at the sun into
the fading night?

You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Do you run through each day On the fly?

When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.

Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say hi You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your
day, It is like an unopened
gift.... Thrown away.

Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over.

-- Anonymous