In Flanders Field |
Lt. Col. John McCraeat |
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, form 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. |
Composed by Lt. Col. John McCraeat - the battlefront May 3, 1915 during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium. |