Author: John Mccrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky […]

“. . . with two other priests; the same night he died, And was buried by the shores of the […]

If night should come and find me at my toil, When all Life’s day I had, tho’ faintly, wrought, And […]

O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear Above their heads the legions pressing on: (These fought their fight […]

Here all the day she swings from tide to tide, Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain, A […]

Beneath her window in the fragrant night I half forget how truant years have flown Since I looked up to […]

There stands a hostel by a travelled way; Life is the road and Death the worthy host; Each guest he […]

I saw a King, who spent his life to weave Into a nation all his great heart thought, Unsatisfied until […]

“Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine.” I left, to earth, a little maiden fair, With locks of […]

“. . . defeated, with great loss.” Not we the conquered! Not to us the blame Of them that flee, […]