In Flanders Fields In Flanders Fields the poppies blow We are the Dead. Short days ago Take up our quarrel with the foe: In Flanders fields. All images and content are ©2009 Bonnie Herschmiller Photography. Do not copy or reproduce in any way.
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
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 lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
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