| In Flander's Fields In Flanders Fields the poppies grow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly 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 with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields Colonel John McRae 1878-1918 |
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| John McCrae was a Canadian surgeon who served in Europe during WWI. He died in a French hospital, on January 28 1918. |
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