Lifestyles by Estelia…  In Flanders Fields.  This timeless poem was written by John McCrae, a Canadian Army physician, in 1915.  I hope it brings back memories for those of you who may have recited it in school; for those of you who aren’t familiar with it, I hope you find meaning and enjoyment.

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