'Fiery Furrow’
After the terrible destruction of World War One, the bare land
of Northern France and Flanders was transformed
into fields of blood red poppies growing naturally around
the graves of the fallen soldiers.
In 1915, Canadian surgeon John Mc.Crae noted how quickly the
red corn poppies grew around the graves of his comrades and wrote
‘IN FLANDERS FIELDS.
by John Mc.Crae. 1915
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
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