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THE FLOWER OF REMEMBRANCE
IN FLANDERS FIELD
By John McMrae
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 day 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.
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 day 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.
In 1915, Colonel John McCrae, a surgeon in the Canadian Army wrote this poem to express his grief upon seeing the graves sites after a battle. In that same year Moina Michael of Georgia wrote the following poem.
We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led.
It seems to signal the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.
That grows on fields where valor led.
It seems to signal the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.
Ms. Michael went on to wear poppies on Memorial Day. This started a movement that spread to other countries, starting the tradition of the red poppy on Memorial Day. Anna E. Guerin of France, with the help of the VFW, started the widespread sale of artificial poppies.
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