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“In Flanders Fields”

November 11, 2006

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.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
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.

Lt. Col. John McCrae, M.D., 1915


Canadian field surgeon John McCrae with
faithful friend Bonneau on the Western Front

One Comment leave one →
  1. A Feline Ally permalink
    November 27, 2006 10:29 am

    (Singular exception) Beautiful poem–if somewhat melancholy. I could se this poem relating to more than just America’s fallen veterans….

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