Poem In Flanders Fields Printable. 6 we are the dead. To you from failing hands we throw.
In Flanders Fields Photograph by Andrew Fare
To you from failing hands we throw. Web in flanders fields the poppies blow. Take up our quarrel with the foe: 6 we are the dead. By lieutenant colonel john mccrae. Take up our quarrel with the foe: Your flaming torch aloft we bear, with burning heart an oath we swear to keep the faith to fight it through to crush the foe, or sleep with you Web in flanders fields the poppies grow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place. Web 1 in flanders fields the poppies blow 2 between the crosses, row on row, 3 that mark our place; Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved, and were loved, and now we lie in flanders fields.
And in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below. And in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below. We shall not sleep, though poppies grow. If ye break faith with us who die. While in the sky the larks still bravely singing, fly unheard, amid the guns below. By lieutenant colonel john mccrae. Sleep peacefully, for all is well. Be yours to hold it high. We shall not sleep, though poppies grow. 6 we are the dead. Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie.
