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.”

– John MacRae, May 1915

(After reading this poem, a college teacher and YMCA War Worker was inspired to write a response, entitled We Shall Keep the Faith. You can read it here.)

3 thoughts on “In Flanders Fields”

  1. I have memorized this one…..but not as a poem. As a song. So pretty!

    My great great grandfather was a Doughboy in France in WWI. So it holds a real grip on me.

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