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Written as a poem by John McCrae during the Great War, In Flanders Fields is the original reason why the poppy became one of the international symbols of anti-war sentiment.
McCrae's poem returned from battlefield, McCrae - as so many others - did not.

There have been different songs created based on the poem, but this version and rendition is by far my favorite.

In Flanders Fields

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 amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our 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.