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In Flanders Fields
By: John Mc Crae,Lieutenant Colonel (1872-1918) medicine doctor in the
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
John McCrae, 3 mei 1915 | 
