In Flanders Fields
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae (1872 - 1918) was a Canadian poet, physician, author, artist and soldier during World War I. When the United Kingdom declared war on Germany at the start of WWI, Canada, as a dominion within the British Empire, declared war as well. McCrae was appointed as a field surgeon in the Canadian artillery and was in charge of a field hospital during 1915. McCrae’s friend and former student, Lt Alexia Helmer, was killed in battle, and his burial inspired the poem, “In Flanders Fields.”
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.
