In Flanders Fields
John McRae, (1872-1918)
  • A Canadian doctor who served throughout the war but died of pneumonia in 1918
  • Published in 1915

  • 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.
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