190. IN FLANDERS FIELDS
\nWORDS \u25a0-1915 MUSIC – 1917
\nIN FLANDERS FIELDS THE POPPIES BLOW
\nBETWEEN THE CROSSES, ROW ON ROW,
\nTHAT MARK OUR PLACE; AND IN THE SKY
\nTHE LARKS, STILL BRAVELY SINGING, FLY
\nSCARCE HEARD AMID THE GUNS BELOW.
\nWE ARE THE DEAD. SHORT DAYS AGO
\nWE LIVED, FELT DAWN, SAW SUNSET GLOW,
\nLOVED AND WERE LOVED,
\nAND NOW WE LIE IN FLANDERS FIELDS.
\nTAKE UP OUR QUARREL WITH THE FOE:
\nTO YOU FROM FAILING HANDS WE THROW
\nTHE TORCH; BE YOURS TO HOLD IT HIGH.
\nIF YE BREAK FAITH WITH US WHO DIE,
\nWE SHALL NOT SLEEP,
\nTHOUGH POPPIES GROW
\nIN FLANDERS FIELDS.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
190. IN FLANDERS FIELDS WORDS \u25a0-1915 MUSIC – 1917 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, …