|In Flanders Fields|
|by John McCrae|
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.
This poem is a rondeau, written by McCrae while a doctor in the trenches; he also died. Many Canadian soldiers volunteered for WWI after reading this. The poem was found in their pockets after they became casualites.