Poem In Flanders Fields Printable. Web flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Take up our quarrel with the foe:
In Flanders Fields Flanders field and Poem
The larks, still bravely singing, fly. And in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly scarce heard amid the guns below. Web we are the dead. To you from failing hands we throw. To you from failing hands we throw. Take up our quarrel with the foe: Take up our quarrel with the foe: Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie in flanders fields.
Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Take up our quarrel with the foe: Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Web flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. To you from failing hands we throw. Take up our quarrel with the foe: Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie in flanders fields. Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie, in flanders fields. Web in flanders fields the poppies blow. Take up our quarrel with the foe:
