Where Poppies Blow
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 where poppies blow
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
We are the dead
Short days ago we lived
Felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved,
And now we lie where poppies blow
In Flanders fields
- NATO Veterans of Canada, to advocate for all veterans of the Canadian Armed Forces
