In Flanders Fields and Other Poems

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <p><br/><br/></p> <h1> IN FLANDERS FIELDS </h1> <h2> by John McCrae </h2> <p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"></SPAN></p> <br/> <h2> In Flanders Fields </h2> <p>In Flanders fields the poppies blow<br/> Between the crosses, row on row,<br/> That mark our place; and in the sky<br/> The larks, still bravely singing, fly<br/> Scarce heard amid the guns below.<br/> <br/> We are the Dead. Short days ago<br/> We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,<br/> Loved and were loved, and now we lie,<br/> In Flanders fields.<br/> <br/> Take up our quarrel with the foe:<br/> To you from failing hands we throw<br/> The torch; be yours to hold it high.<br/> If ye break faith with us who die<br/> We shall not sleep, though poppies grow<br/> In Flanders fields.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />