IN FLANDERS FIELDS - Major John McCrae 1915

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's Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing hand 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. 


Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae was 
a soldier, physician and poet. 
1872 - 1914
WE SHALL KEEP THE FAITH - Moina Michael 1918.

Oh you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet - to arise anew!
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With all who died .

We cherish, too, the poppy red,
That grows on fields where valour led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.

And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honour of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields. 


Miss Moina Belle Michael
1869 - 1944