In Flanders Field

Texansurf

For all those that served and never came home

                 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.

chzplz

Is this poem commonly known in the US?  McRae was a Canadian and at one time this was taught in pretty much every school. I can still recite it from heart. 

Texansurf

chzplz said:

Is this poem commonly known in the US?  McRae was a Canadian and at one time this was taught in pretty much every school. I can still recite it from heart. 

Depends on the school my high school history class was when I first heard it