Poem In Flanders Fields Printable. Web in flanders fields the poppies blow. Take up our quarrel with the foe:
Lest we or NOT
Scarce heard amid the guns below. Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie, in flanders fields. To you from failing hands we throw. The larks, still bravely singing, fly. To you from failing hands we throw. Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. To you from failing hands we throw the torch; Web we are the dead. Web in flanders fields the poppies blow.
Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie in flanders fields. Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. Web we are the dead. Take up our quarrel with the foe: Be yours to hold it high. Scarce heard amid the guns below. Web in flanders fields the poppies blow. To you from failing hands we throw the torch; Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Web in flanders fields and other poems, a 1919 collection of mccrae's works, contains two versions of the poem: Be yours to hold it high.
