In Flanders Fields

In honor of, and in grateful remembrance for those who gave their lives.


In 1915, Canadian physician and Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae saw his friend die during WWI and was inspired to write "In Flanders Fields",
the most popular poem of the era.

The scarlet of bloody battlefields has transformed into the scarlet of endless fields of poppies,
growing in profusion on the graves of Flanders,
an area encompassing parts of present-day Belgium, France, and The Netherlands.


In Flanders Fields
- 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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