Remembrance

Vincent Van Gogh.  Vase with Red Poppies.  1886

In Flanders Field

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
And 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, saw dawn, felt sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from falling 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.
                             - John McCrae  1919