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.