In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD
(1872-1918)
Canadian Army

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 historic and classic poem should be known by all people in this world.
It is a part of a well rounded education.

The poppies grew in the field where the dead soldiers were buried.
This is why you see Veteran's selling the red poppies on this day in the USA.
Money/donations collected from the sale goes to non-profit Veteran's funds.

History of Veteran's Day

Arlington National Cemetary Poem History

The Great War - more poem history and pictures of World War I

The Poppy -- A Remembrance of History - great pictures