Listen to the sound clip Poetry Magazine November 2024 Subscribe Subscribe November 2024Oct2024 poetry cover Search by Poem or Poet Search In Flanders Fields By John McCrae Share 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... from R&B Style #9 Song Generator:
Poetry Magazine November 2024 Subscribe Subscribe November 2024Oct2024 poetry cover Search by Poem or Poet Search In Flanders Fields By John McCrae Share 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...
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