In Flanders Fields
John McCrae
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 (1872-1918) was a Canadian poet, soldier, and physician who was enlisted in the First Canadian Contingent during World War I. In Flanders Field was written to memorialize the April 1915 battle in Belgium’s Ypres Salient, where McCrae tended to soldiers for 17 days.
