In Flanders Field

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.

by John McCrae

Comments (41)

A very moving representation on how Lt. Colonel John McCrae who not only fought in The Great War but was also a poet, physician, author, artist and a soldier. Canadians will never forget the valour you had and the poem, In Flanders Fields. I had to memorise this poem back in 1968 in grade five. I still remember this poem to this day. Lest We Forget.
This is a great moving poem
Thankfully for ally do thank you o much ok ok ok 👍 great jobs
Very moving poem
I found this poem to be very moving, most poems settle for ok but John Mcrae is not one of them
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