Poem+for+Poetry+Activity+(SND)

by Lt. John McCrae
 * 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.

//​This would be a good poem to use in my unit because it talks about WWI and the direct experiences of a person who lived through it.//