This is a Candian poem by a canadian soldier who fought in WW2, he is reconized as a canadian hero through out Canada. He wrote this poem not knowing what his poem would mean to Canada. This is his poem:

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.

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 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.


These soldiers fought for us, they fought in honor of our country, to keep us safe from harm. We will remember this rememberance day as we think about them the ones we lost during WW1 and WW2. Lost, but never forgotten.This November, whear a poppy to remember those who died for us. This November, we will remember.