In Flanders Fields
by
Lt. Col. John McCrae

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This felt like an obligatory inclusion, once I had established a WWI category. It was easy to find, because it gets reprinted in newspapers every Memorial Day, but I don't know where I'll find the copyright information.

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 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.

text checked (note V) Jun '05

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