John McCrae

John McCrae Biography

Lieutenant Colonel John Alexander McCrae 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 was born in McCrae House in Guelph, Ontario to Lieutenant-Colonel David McCrae and Janet Simpson Eckford; he was the grandson of Scottish immigrants. He attended the Guelph Collegiate Vocational Institute and became a member of the Guelph militia regiment. The background of his family is military.

McCrae worked on his Bachelor of Arts at the University of Toronto in 1892–93. While there, he was a member of the Toronto militia, The Queen's Own Rifles of Canada. He was eventually promoted to Captain ...

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Borgjie Distura 08 November 2011

It touched my heart I love it.Once I heard this poem I almost cried its so good. He's a ARTIST

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Breggles Schanuzer 29 January 2014

i learnt this poem in school after we learned about WWI

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geoffrt 27 February 2018

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Denise Remillard 12 November 2017

One of the greatest Canadian. It makes me proud to be Canadian thanks rob him.

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Duffus 04 January 2018

Learning about him at the mo

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Dolly 11 November 2020

learned this poem in grammar school.... haunting.... never forgot it.

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jo mama 10 November 2020

he was a rlly gud person

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John mccrae 11 December 2019

is this this is just dumb and so its all the comments

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Hubbahabb 18 November 2019

U guys make ridiculously stupid comments. Look on YouTube to get your head around making at least ok comments.

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John Mccrae 17 November 2019

pretty good isnt it..............

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The Best Poem Of John McCrae

In Flanders Field

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.

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