John McCrae Quotes

Canada, Poet
November 30, 1872 – January, 28, 1918.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (November 30, 1872 – January 28, 1918) was a Canadian poet, physician, author, artist and soldier during World War I, and a surgeon during the Second Battle of Ypres, in Belgium. He is best known for writing the famous war memorial poem "In Flanders Fields". McCrae died of pneumonia near the end of the war.

Also known as Physician, Author, Artist, Soldier

Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street

John McCrae
- Rain
- Bird
- Restless
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw.

John McCrae
- Up

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.

John McCrae
- Lying
- Sunset
- Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow.

John McCrae
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 among the guns below.

John McCrae
- Singing
- Sky
- Fly
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow: In Flanders fields.

John McCrae
- Sleep