"In Flanders Field" By Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrea.

Posted: November 1, 2020

"In Flanders Field" By Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrea.
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 fait with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow.