Lieut.-Col. John McCrae ( 1 of 1 )
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and read more
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 among the guns below.
