11th hour Quote by John McCrae

“Men pass my grave, and say, "'Twere well to sleep, Like such an one, amid the uncaring dead!" How should they know the vigils…

— John McCrae

“That day of battle in the dusty heat We lay and heard the bullets swish and sing Like scythes amid the over-ripened wheat, And…

— 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…

— John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow,

— John McCrae

“Bid them be patient, and some day, anon, They shall feel earth enwrapt in silence deep; Shall greet, in wonderment, the quiet dawn, And…

— John McCrae

Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw.

— John McCrae

“Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye…

— John McCrae

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow: In Flanders fields.

— John McCrae

The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below

— John McCrae

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

— John McCrae