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
The poem ‘In Flanders Fields’ was written by Lt. Col. John McCrae from Guelph, Ontario from the front lines during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium on May 3, 1915 — 101 years ago. Over the past century, many Canadians have served and too many have made the ultimate sacrifice.
On Nov. 11, no matter where you are, remember them all — Lest We Forget.
