Wednesday 4 April 2007 by Craig Tibbitts. No comments
To Flanders Fields, 1917, Research material

  • A poem by a Canadian medical officer, Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, was first published in the British Punch magazine in December 1915. McCrae later became a casualty of the war, dying in January 1918. However his poem has endured as a symbol of the sacrifice of those who fought during the First World War and is particularly identified with the losses around the Ypres salient.

    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.

    More information on the poem and McCrae at Wikipedia