Memorial Day 2014

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.

Lieut.-Col. John McCrae
John McCrae was a member
of the First Canadian contingent.
He died in France on
January 28, 1918, after four years
of service on the western front.