. In Flanders Fields
Lieutenant Colonel John Mc Crae
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses , row on row,
That mark our place and in the sky,
The larks stll bravely singing fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead: shortdays ago,
We lived , fel 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 falling hnds 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.
May 3, 1915, Ypres, Belgium
Lieutenant Colonel John Mc Crae
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses , row on row,
That mark our place and in the sky,
The larks stll bravely singing fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead: shortdays ago,
We lived , fel 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 falling hnds 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.
May 3, 1915, Ypres, Belgium
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