In Flanders  fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row.

They 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.

(Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, M.D. of the Canadian Army wrote this poem in May, 1915)


8 thoughts on “IN FLANDERS FIELDS

  1. In our Kamloops paper there are pages of veterans we are remembering and reading them is so sad. Most of these young men enlisted at the ripe old age of 16 years young. Also one write up says “I was such a picky eater and in the trenches we ate rats and were glad to have them”. Courage Remembered.

    • Donna Hall, good your paper did this kind of remembrance. I frequently talk with younger people and discover they know absolutely nothing about either of the two great wars. Hugs Virginia

  2. Mesmerizing and haunting. A memorable tribute. Thanks for sharing another beautifully written poem Virginia . Hope you enjoy and happy and productive day, with great affection. Ginny

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