The Vault- In Flanders Fields-Lest We Forget

    In Flanders Fields BY JOHN MCCRAE 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…