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A Salute To Our Veterans

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 1915

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.



File:John McCrae in uniform circa 1914.jpg

John McCrae in Uniform c. 1914


On a personal note - John Fairley has a special connection to this poem as his great-great-grandmother Elizabeth McFarlane Wood and her brother were raised with the McCrae family. She was the same age as Col. John McCrae's father, David. John McCrae's grandparents, Thomas and Jane, took them in following the death of the McFarlane parents during an epidemic in Guelph in the 1850s.


To read more about this story... please click here for a Tumblr article by Grant Fairley.




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