Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields 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.
To you from failing 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.
3 comments:
My 7th graders recite this one from memory each year; poignant.
I can't say that we had to recite it from memory, but it's a poem that all Canadian kids are familiar with. Nice one, Aaron.
Gorgeous poem. One of the best ever written. I never get tired of hearing it.
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