Poem In Flanders Fields Printable. To you from failing hands we throw. Take up our quarrel with the foe:
In Flanders Fields VFW Post 3617
Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. To you from failing hands we throw. To you from failing hands we throw the torch; Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Be yours to hold it high. The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw. 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.
A printed text as below and a handwritten copy where the first line ends with grow instead of blow, as. Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie in flanders fields. A printed text as below and a handwritten copy where the first line ends with grow instead of blow, as. Web in flanders fields and other poems, a 1919 collection of mccrae's works, contains two versions of the poem: Web we are the dead. Take up our quarrel with the foe: The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Web in flanders fields the poppies blow. Scarce heard amid the guns below. To you from failing hands we throw the torch; Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie.
