Answer:
In Flanders fields the canoes blow
Between the crosses, row by row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely sing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
In Flanders fields. Were we were loved: now we suffer
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; will be yours to hold it high.
If you break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep
In Flanders fields.