IN FLANDERS FIELD

In Flanders Fields, a poem by Canadian John McCrae- May 1915, has been recited by school children for generations in Canada.

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, feld 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; by yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

There are web sites and government sites telling many stories of the Great War and McCrae's story. Perhaps, look them up and learn more about our history. Did you have to recite this poem at Remembrance Day ceremonies as a child? I remember learning it in the early grades. It really transcends time and is so relevant with any modern conflict.