Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw. 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 Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain John McCrae village rain bird In Flanders fields the poppies blow. John McCrae poppies fields blow 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
