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 ...
“In Flanders fields the poppies blow/ Between the crosses, row on row" These words, penned by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, a Canadian who served as a brigade surgeon for an Allied artillery unit on ...
Poppy seeds, long dormant on the battlefields in Belgium and France, bloomed unexpectedly alongside the crosses and inspired a soldier, John McRae, more than a hundred years ago, to write a poem with ...
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