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.
by John McRae,1872 - 1918
Credits:
Created with images by ahundt - "cemetery cross grave" • Yasemin K. - "untitled image" • FilipDukanic - "graves american cemetery memorial war soldier graveyard" • Aral Tasher - "Thunderbirds at Melbourne Airshow" • Joe Cox - "Gull in flight" • David Beale - "untitled image" • Holly Mindrup - "untitled image" • Erik-Jan Leusink - "Summer Dreams" • Hosea Georgeson - "untitled image" • laura goodsell - "Poppy Field" • Stijn Swinnen - "untitled image" • Zwaddi - "untitled image" • skeeze - "american flag flying stars and stripes patriotism" • Taken - "pow usa flag mia us wind flying" • Guillaume Flandre - "Corn & Poppies" • biker_becca - "tomb guard arlington national cemetery" • Kapil Dubey - "white tombstones" • GiselaFotografie - "war grave death unknown soldier cemetery soldiers" • skeeze - "silent drill platoon marine corps fat albert" • Sacha Styles - "Black sand beaches" • 27707 - "army homecoming aircraft runway dog man woman" • skeeze - "trumpeter sailor military navy bugler sundown ceremony"