We Shall Not Sleep 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.
“In Flanders Fields” was written by John McCrae in 1915. There are three different accounts as to why he wrote the poem but the most commonly accepted one is that he wrote it after the death of his friend Alexis Helmer due to an 8 inch German Shell.