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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 blowBetween the crosses row on rowThat mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the dead, short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved and now we lieIn Flanders Fields.Take up our quarrel with the foeTo you, from failing hands, we throwThe torch, be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us, who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn 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 blowBetween the crosses row on rowThat mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the dead, short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved and now we lieIn Flanders Fields.Take up our quarrel with the foeTo you, from failing hands, we throwThe torch, be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us, who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn Flanders Fields