Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain John McCrae More Quotes by John McCrae More Quotes From John McCrae We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, John McCrae sunset dawn lying 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. John McCrae gun blow sky In Flanders fields the poppies blow. John McCrae poppies fields blow Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw. John McCrae quarrels hands fall The larks, still bravely singing, fly John McCrae poppies singing gun If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. John McCrae
