In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 1915

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.

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Posted on November 9, 2016, in Ancestor Work, Ancestors, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. My paternal Grandfather’s brother fought in France in both WWI and II. He was killed in action during the Battle of the Bulge and is buried in either Flanders or Belgium. I will be pouring libations for his and my husband’s uncle’s sacrifice in WWII tomorrow.

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