Transcript of In Flanders Fields (poem version)
[Photography of Flanders Field showing the soldiers’ graves]
Narrator: "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."
[Portrait of john McCrae]
Narrator: "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."
[Close-up of the head of the statue of John McCrae, close-up of his hand holding the poem]
Narrator: "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."
(- John McCrae)