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
Scare heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loves and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up or 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
According to historian Paul Fussell, "In Flanders Fields" was the most popular poem of its era. It has become a staple of Remembrance Day ceremonies and may well be the most well known literary piece among English Canadians. It has an official French adaptation entitled "Au champ d'honneur", written by Jean Pariseau and used by the Canadian government in French and bilingual ceremonies.
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