The guns went silent:
In Flanders Fields the poppies grow,
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 fallen 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
Lt. Col. John Mc Crae
Canadian Physician
May 3, 1915
In Flanders Fields the poppies grow,
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 fallen 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
Lt. Col. John Mc Crae
Canadian Physician
May 3, 1915