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
Written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae on May 3rd 1915 during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium.
In Canada we wear the poppy during the month of November to signify our remembrance of this day. The day, 99 years ago, at 11am, the guns stopped firing, an no canons roared. World War One, possibly the most violent war humanity has fought, ended in silence. The war to end all wars ended, lest we forget.
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
Written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae on May 3rd 1915 during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium.
In Canada we wear the poppy during the month of November to signify our remembrance of this day. The day, 99 years ago, at 11am, the guns stopped firing, an no canons roared. World War One, possibly the most violent war humanity has fought, ended in silence. The war to end all wars ended, lest we forget.
