REMEMBERANCE DAY 11:am TODAY: WHERE WILL YOU BE?
In
Flanders Fields
By John Mcrae
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.
This poem is in the public
domain.
John McCrae was born on
November 30, 1872. A Canadian doctor and
teacher who served in World War I, he is best known for his memorial poem “In Flanders Fields.” He died on
January 28, 1918.
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