In Flanders Fields

John McCrae era un cirujano Canadiense que en 1915 servía en las trincheras de Ypres, Flandes, durnte la Primera Guerra Mundial. Ahí mismo moriría 3 años después, pero alcanzó a expresar con palabras los sentimientos de los más de 17 millones de soldados muertos en la Gran Guerra.

















In Flanders Fields
John McCrae 1915

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 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.