In Flanders Fields
John McCrae
1872 to 1918
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Between the crosses, row on row,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Take up our quarrel with the foe
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders fields.
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
If ye break faith with us who die
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
That mark our place; and in the sky
To you from failing hands we throw
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
In Flanders fields the poppies blow