Transcript of In Flanders Fields a remediation by Susan Shield
IN FLANDERS FIELDS
In Flanders Fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, Row on rowThat mark our placeAnd in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce 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 foeTo you, from failing hands, we throw the torchBe yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us, who die, we shall not sleepThough poppies grow in Flanders Fields.
LEST WE FORGET
References:
• PICTURES OF POPPIES AND POPPY FIELDS – Wikipedia Creative Commons Images. (2015). retrieved from https//commons.wikimedia.org/poppy• McCrae, J. (1915). In Flanders Fields. Retrieved from