Lest We Forget, In Flanders Fields By John McCrae

by | Nov 11, 2014

In Flanders Fields – a poem by John McCrae

Flanders Belgium
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

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 Lt Col John McCrae, 1862-1918

Author – In Flanders Fields

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