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 (2)

to think of half of eternity is no doubt to think of eternity still. and there is a temp to bring hope to the hopeless but this is nothing and in it still there is hope. i disagree with the message (if i understand the message) but the idea of bringing peace to those who may have none as an everlasting effort is well worth fighting for living and dying for
This piece is beautifully worded and inspiring.