In Flanders Fields
written in 1915 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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about the day and poem
Our 'beans nephew has just returned from Afghanistan from his second tour of duty there, we are very thankful for his safe return. Today we commemorate and remember all those who have given service and some their lives in wars and the many peacekeeping duties in which Canada has been involved.
