The full poem is transcribed.
IN FLANDERS FIELDS
By Lt. Col. John McCrae (of Guelph, Canada)
Died January 28th, 1918 while on active service in France.
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 amidst the guns below.
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.
Take up our quarrel with the foe, to you from falling hands we throw the torch - be yours to hold it high; if ye break faith with us who die. We shall not sleep through poppies grow in Flanders' fields.