Skip to content ↓
  • slideshow image
  • slideshow image
  • slideshow image

100th Anniversary of the Armistice in 1918

 

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.
 
By John McCrae
  • poppy3

    poppy3.jpg
    1481
    poppy3
  • poppy2

    poppy2.jpg
    1480
    poppy2
  • poppy1

    poppy1.jpg
    1479
    poppy1
  • poppy5

    poppy5.jpg
    1478
    poppy5
  • poppy4

    poppy4.jpg
    1477
    poppy4