In Flanders Fields

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In Flanders Fields

• By John McRae, May 1915

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In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the
crosses, row on row,That mark our place and in
the skyThe larks, still bravely singing,
flyScarce heard amid the guns below.
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We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt
dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and
now we lieIn Flanders fields.
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Take up our quarrel with the foeTo you from
failing hands we throwThe torch be yours to
hold it high.If ye break faith with us who
dieWe shall not sleep,though poppies growIn
Flanders fields.
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