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The poem you are about to read
Is one of the most beautiful
And heart wrenching poems
I have ever read.
I make this page in honour
Of this dear man and his poem:
In Flanders Fields.
And no! We have not broken faith!
And may the torch of freedom
Forever be held high!
In Flanders Fields
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 your 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.
by Lt. Col. John McCrae, M.D. (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
Lt. Col. John McCrae, M.D. |
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Background of this man
And his poem
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