Over ten years ago, as a young Canadian going to college in the US, I was inspired by this poem for start this very website. After a search I was surprised to see that this famous poem was not anywhere on these forums, so here it is for all to see. To this day it is the only poem I can recite from memory without fail: In Flanders Fields By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army In Flanders Fields the poppies blow (blow = bloom) 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 you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.