Funny you should ask! I just had a quiz on Flanders' Field. I can recite it by memory. To those who do not known the poem, it goes like this:
In Flanders Fields
By John D. McCrae
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row by 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, fe!t dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up the 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
In Flanders Fields.
