In Flanders Fields
John McCrae
1872 to 1918
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, on row,
That mark our place; and in sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
and were loved, and now we lie,
In fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To from failing hands we throw
The torch; be to hold it high.
If ye break faith us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies
In Flanders fields.