In Flanders Field 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 foes;
To you from falling 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 blow
In Flanders Fields
Lt. Colonel John Mc Crae 1915
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 foes;
To you from falling 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 blow
In Flanders Fields
Lt. Colonel John Mc Crae 1915