In Flanders Fields...

Dr. John McCrae (1872-1918)

In Flanders Fields

1In Flanders fields the poppies blow

2Between the crosses, row on row,

3 That mark our place; and in the sky

4 The larks, still bravely singing, fly

5Scarce heard amid the guns below.

6We are the Dead. Short days ago

7We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

8 Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

9 In Flanders fields.

10Take up our quarrel with the foe:

11To you from failing hands we throw

12 The torch; be yours to hold it high.

13 If ye break faith with us who die

14We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

15 In Flanders fields.