In Flanders Fields
John McCrae
1872 to 1918
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. Take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Between the crosses, row on row,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders fields.
To you from failing hands we throw
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Take up our quarrel with the foe
That mark our place; and in the sky
We are the Dead. Short days ago
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
If ye break faith with us who die