In Rememberance

 Image source: Oswald Skene

  In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields, the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place;wait 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 03.05.1915