In Flanders fieldsIn Flanders fieldsby John McCrae, by John McCrae,

May May 19151915

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 take up our quarrel with

the foe:the foe:

To you To you from from

failing failing hands hands

we we throwthrow

If ye break faiIf ye break fai

If you break faith with us who If you break faith with us who diedie

If ye break faith with us who die

The torch ; be yours to hold it high.

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.In Flanders fields.In Flanders fields.

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