IN REMEMBRANCE

IN FLANDERS FIELDS -

Major John McCrae 1915

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's Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe;

To you from failing hand 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.

WE SHALL KEEP THE FAITH -

Moina Michael 1918.

Oh you who sleep in Flanders Fields,

Sleep sweet - to arise anew!

We caught the torch you threw

And holding high, we keep the Faith With all who died .

We cherish, too, the poppy red,

That grows on fields where valour led;

It seems to signal to the skies

That blood of heroes never dies,

But lends a lustre to the red

Of the flower that blooms above the dead In Flanders Fields.

And now the Torch and Poppy Red

We wear in honour of our dead.

Fear not that ye have died for naught;

We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought

In Flanders Fields.