Printable Flanders Fields, Poem by John McCrae, Cadets Salute, Digital
Poem In Flanders Fields Printable. Web flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Take up our quarrel with the foe:
Printable Flanders Fields, Poem by John McCrae, Cadets Salute, Digital
The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Take up our quarrel with the foe: Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie in flanders fields. Web flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Take up our quarrel with the foe: And in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below. Web we are the dead. Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie, in flanders fields. Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Web in flanders fields the poppies blow.
And in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below. Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Take up our quarrel with the foe: And in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below. Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie in flanders fields. To you from failing hands we throw. Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. Take up our quarrel with the foe: Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw. Web flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place;
