IN FLANDERS NOW

We have kept faith, ye Flanders dead.

Sleep well beneath those poppies red,

That mark your dying place.

The torch your dying hands did throw.

We've held it high above the foe,

And answered bitter blow for blow, in Flanders fields.

And where your heroes blood was spilled.

The guns are now forever stilled,

And silent growth.

There is no moaning of the slain,

There is no cry of tortured pain,

And blood will never flow again, in Flanders fields.

Forever holy in our sight

Shall be those crosses gleaming white,

That guard your sleep,

Rest in your peace the task is done

The fight you left us we have won,

And "Peace on Earth" has just begun, in Flanders now.

(An answer to Lieut. -Col McCrae)

Edna Jaques, All Poetry, in Calgary Herald.

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Published in the Aylmer Express Newspaper on December 26, 1918

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