Flanders Fields

Flanders Fields id considered one of the most famous war time poems. It was written during WW1 by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae of Canada. Poppies grow prolifically in Flanders, France. Both on the battlefields and cemeteries alike and have become a symbol of remembrance.

Flanders Fields

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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