Remembering John McCrae Flanders field, Flanders fields poem, Poems
In Flanders Fields Poem Printable. Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Short days ago we lived, felt.
Remembering John McCrae Flanders field, Flanders fields poem, Poems
A printed text as below and a handwritten copy where the first line ends with grow instead of blow, as. Web in flanders fields and other poems, a 1919 collection of mccrae's works, contains two versions of the poem: In flanders fields the poppies blow. The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Web 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. Scarce heard amid the guns. Be yours to hold it high. Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. Take up our quarrel with the foe:
Web in flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. To you from failing hands we throw. Web 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. Be yours to hold it high. Web in flanders fields and other poems, a 1919 collection of mccrae's works, contains two versions of the poem: In flanders fields the poppies blow. A printed text as below and a handwritten copy where the first line ends with grow instead of blow, as. Short days ago we lived, felt. The larks, still bravely singing, fly.
