Poem In Flanders Fields Printable. Web we are the dead. To you from failing hands we throw.
In Flanders Fields Flanders field and Poem
Between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; Take up our quarrel with the foe: Take up our quarrel with the foe: Web flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; To you from failing hands we throw. Take up our quarrel with the foe: Web we are the dead. The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. To you from failing hands we throw.
Web in flanders fields the poppies blow. To you from failing hands we throw. Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie, in flanders fields. Web flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place; 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. The larks, still bravely singing, fly. Take up our quarrel with the foe: Web in flanders fields the poppies blow. Web we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie. Take up our quarrel with the foe:
