In Flanders Fields
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 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

Aren’t these wonderful words? In fights and quarrels against Liberty’s foes our Nation has poured out the blood of its manhood like water on fields of battle. McCrae’s words about Flanders poppy-covered fields remind us to stiffen our resolve in the fight.