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.
In 2017 the Royal British Legion installed lines from this renowned poem in iconic locations across the UK. By re-creating John McCrae’s images, the Legion hoped to bring ‘In Flanders Fields’ into modern-day consciousness, encouraging the nation to Rethink Remembrance by recognising the sacrifices made by the Armed Forces community, past and present. Click here to view the video at YouTube.
Find out more at: www.rbl.org.uk/remember
Support the Poppy Appeal: www.britishlegion.org.uk/poppy-appeal
Support the Poppy Appeal: www.britishlegion.org.uk/poppy-appeal
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