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.

Tomorrow I will share the card that inspired me to create this card for Memorial Day.