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IN FLANDERS FIELDS

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In Flanders field 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 with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.



~Major John McCrae, May 1915.~



We Shall Keep The Faith



Oh! You who sleep in Flanders’ fields,

Sleep sweet - to rise anew,

We caught the torch you threw,

And holding high we kept

The faith with those who died.

We cherish too, the poppy red

That grows on fields where valour led.



It seems to signal to the skies

That blood of heroes never dies,

But lends a lustre to the red

Of the flower that blooms above the dead

In Flanders’ fields.



And now the torch and poppy red

Wear in honour of our dead.

Fear not that ye have died for naught

We’ve learned the lesson that ye taught

In Flanders’ fields.



Written by Miss Moina Belle Michael



An American, On Nov. 9, 1918, the Saturday before the Armistice was signed,

she read Col. John McCrae’s poem, In Flanders Fields and

it made such a impression on her, that she wrote this reply to it.



http://www.farmersboys.com/music/Bugle_Calls/Infantry/36.mp3