John McCrae Quotes

Back to Poet Page

"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 among the guns below."

"Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw."

"We shall not sleep, though poppies grow: In Flanders fields."

View John McCrae:  Poems | Quotes | Biography | Books

Copyright © 2006 - 2010 Famous Poets And Poems . com. All Rights Reserved.
The Poems and Quotes on this site are the property of their respective authors. All information has been
reproduced here for educational and informational purposes.