In Flanders Fields (gedicht)

Tekst teegn Essex Farm Cemetery, de plekke woadat 't gedicht geschreven is

Bunker woarda John McCrae z'n veldhuspitol haad

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)

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.

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.
• Wereldoorlog1418
• GreatWar

Externe koppelienge

• 't Oorlogsmuseum In Flanders Fields in Yper