We’ll keep in mind them, and say thanks to the courageous women and men,
previous and current who battle to protect our freedoms.
In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and within the sky
The larks, nonetheless bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the weapons under.
We’re the lifeless. Quick days in the past
We lived, felt daybreak, noticed sundown glow,
Cherished and had been liked, and now we lie
In Flanders’ fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing fingers we throw
The torch; be yours to carry it excessive,
If ye break religion with us who die
We will stay awake, although poppies develop
In Flanders’ Fields.
After the First World Battle, the poppy was adopted as an emblem of Remembrance.
Within the spring of 1915, shortly after dropping a good friend in Ypres, a Canadian physician, Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae was impressed by the sight of poppies rising in battle-scarred fields to write down the now well-known poem known as ‘In Flanders Fields’.
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