In Flanders Fields (gedicht)

In Flanders Fields is e gedicht van John McCrae, e Canadeeschn dokteur. En et eschreevn in 1915 beisn 'n Êeste Weireldoorloge in e veldhuspitol teegn Essex Farm.

 't Gedicht 
In Flanders Fields (John McCrae)

<i>In Flanders fields the poppies blow 
<i>Between the crosses, row on row 
<i>That mark our place; and in the sky 
<i>The larks, still bravely singing, fly 
<i>Scarce heard amid the guns below. 
<i>We are the dead. Short days ago 
<i>We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow 
<i>Loved, and were loved, and now we lie 
<i>In Flanders fields. 
<i>Take up our quarrel with the foe: 
<i>To you from failing hands we throw 
<i>The torch; be yours to hold it high. 
<i>If ye break faith with us who die 
<i>We shall not sleep, though poppies grow 
In Flanders fields.

 Museum 
E styf bekend museum in Yper noemt In Flanders Fields.

 Bronn 
 VERLEYEN, H., In Flanders Fields: het verhaal van John McCrae, zijn gedicht en de klaproos, De Klaproos, 1992. ISBN 90-5508-001-2.
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 Externe koppelienge 
 't Oorlogsmuseum In Flanders Fields in Yper

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