In Flanders Field
By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD of the Canadian army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
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.
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.
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.
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.
I never knew the origin of the poppies, but I found out today. Thank you veterans old and new for allowing us to live free. We appreciate you more than you could ever know.
Thanks for sharing the poem! I was thinking of looking it up on Veteran's Day but never got around to it, and you did it for me.
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Memorized the poem as a child--always loved it.
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