In Flanders Fields

 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

     World War I poem by Lt-Colonel John McCrae
          John McCrae 1872-1918 was a Canadian physician, soldier, and poet. He contributed verses to Canadian periodicals before WWI. But he did not become famous until 1915 when he published 'In Flanders Fields' in Punch, an English magazine. His poems were published  after his death under the title 'IN FLANDERS FIELDS, AND OTHER POEMS'(1919).

         McCrae was born at Guelph, Ontario, and was graduated from the University of Toronto. In 1900, he became a pathologist at McGill Univ and at Montreal General Hospital. As the chief medical officer at a general hospital in Boulogne, France, in WWI, he witnessed the suffering and death he wrote about. He died of pneumonia 10 months before the end of  WWI.
          Written by Desmond Pacey, in the World Book Encyclopedia.

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