Lest We Forget, In Flanders Fields By John McCrae

In Flanders Fields – a poem by John McCrae

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

 Lt Col John McCrae, 1862-1918