In Flanders Fields by John McCrae Poem Classic Poetry on Old Canvas
Poem In Flanders Fields Printable. To you from failing hands we throw. And in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below.
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae Poem Classic Poetry on Old Canvas
Take up our quarrel with the foe: Web we are the dead. 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. Web 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: Take up our quarrel with the foe: The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Web in flanders fields the poppies blow. Web flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place;
Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Web we are the dead. Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. Take up our quarrel with the foe: And in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below. The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Web flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw. Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie in flanders fields.
