In Flanders Fields<br />
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by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) published 1915<br />
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow<br />
Between the crosses, row on row,<br />
That mark our place; and in the sky<br />
The larks, still bravely singing, fly<br />
Scarce heard amid the guns below.<br />
We are the dead. Short days ago<br />
We lived, saw dawn, felt sunset glow,<br />
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie<br />
In Flanders fields.<br />
<br />
Take up your quarrel with the foe:<br />
To you from failing hands we throw<br />
The torch; be yours to hold it high.<br />
If ye break faith with us who die<br />
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow<br />
In Flanders fields.
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<br />
by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) published 1915<br />
<br />
In Flanders fields the poppies blow<br />
Between the crosses, row on row,<br />
That mark our place; and in the sky<br />
The larks, still bravely singing, fly<br />
Scarce heard amid the guns below.<br />
We are the dead. Short days ago<br />
We lived, saw dawn, felt sunset glow,<br />
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie<br />
In Flanders fields.<br />
<br />
Take up your quarrel with the foe:<br />
To you from failing hands we throw<br />
The torch; be yours to hold it high.<br />
If ye break faith with us who die<br />
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow<br />
In Flanders fields.