Photograph by John Beniston
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
The larks still bravely singing, fly.
Scarce heard amidst the guns below.
We are the Dead, short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunsets glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up the quarrel with the foe;
To you from falling 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.
Written by Lt.Col. John McCrae (1872-1918) Canadian physician, poet and soldier. This poem was written on May 3rd. 1915 after presiding over the funeral of a friend and fellow soldier, Alexis Helmer.
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