Remember the fallen

 

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 fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands 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.

~ Canadian physician and Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae on 3 May 1915 (World War I) after he witnessed the death of his friend, Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, 22 years old, the day before.

 

We cherish too, the Poppy red

That grows on fields where valor led,

It seems to signal to the skies

That blood of heroes never dies.

~ US Professor Moina Michael in 1915, inspired by the poem "In Flanders Field"