In Flanders' Fields

"In Flanders' Fields" is a poem by Canadian medic John McCrae, who was killed in action during the First World War. The poem is part of Remembrance Day solemnities across Canada. It reads:

 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 you break faith with us who die,
 We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
 In Flanders' fields.

A portion of the poem is printed on new Canadian $10 notes.

External Link

• the e-text of John McCrae's In Flanders Fields And Other Poems (http://www.abacci.com/books/book.asp?bookID=977)