Lest we forget.

In Flanders’ fields, the poppies blow,

and we who walk among them know

that here men fought, and bravely died

with equal courage, side by side;

the lark has overcome the crow.

We touch the Dead in memory –

embrace them through the century.

The earth enshrines their valiant hearts

in Flanders’ fields.

The torch has guttered years ago;

the enemy has been laid low.

And though your names should slowly fade,

your blood a better world has made.

Rest you now where the poppies grow

in Flanders’ fields.