John McCrae

1. “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 among the guns below.”
   -John McCrae
2. “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.”
   -John McCrae