Out and About with Kellyelli

In Flanders Field
by: Major John McCrae, Canadian
Written at the battle of Ypres, Belgium
1915

In Flanders Field the poppies grow

Between the crosses, row on row

That mark our place, and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard among 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 quarrrel 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.

Reply
writtten by Miss Moira Michael, American

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 Flnders' Fields.