In Flanders Fields

posted Nov 9, 2010, 9:26 AM by Patrick Johnson

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.
Today we read and we listened to the timeless poem In Flanders Fields by John McCrae. We discuessed the mearning of the poem and applied strategies such as skip the word then come back to figure out the mearning of some of the words. Afterwards, our class started making our class wreath for Remembrance Day.