FLANDERS FIELD

1914 -1918     Het meest bekende gedicht uit de eerste wereldoorlog.        

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 failings hand 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.

John McCrea