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.
John McCrae (1872-1918), Canadian medical doctor and poet.
Dr. McCrae served as a surgeon for the Canadian military during WWI. He wrote In Flanders Field in 1915 after the death of a good friend.
Armistice Day is November 11th. This year marked the 100th anniversary of the end of World War I. Since 1921, on Armistice Day it is customary, mostly in the UK, to sport a paper poppy on a jacket lapel on honor of those who who died in the “war to end all wars.”
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