In Flanders Field

by 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.

Check out this site about the VFW Buddy Poppy Program in honor of Veterans Day. Give a few bucks, and hang it off your rear view mirror.

By the way, another Moe, Richard (who served in the House), is the author of the best unit history from the Civil War. It is about the First Minnesota.


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