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[Iwantcoffee]

In Flanders Fields

By 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.

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[candys mine]

@Iwantcoffee  Thank you for posting this.

[sandy53]

I was asked to memorize and recite that poem at an assembly in grade school.  I remember it to this day.  It's beautiful.

[Oznell]

Thanks for your timely post, @Iwantcoffee .   So glad that John McCrae achieved literary immortality with his poem before he died in 1918.