To all those who wait across seas, I write to you tonight, Dreaming of long fields with cold frosted white.  How fare the farms, the orchard trees?  Do rivers flow quiet still with ease?  Can you hear the children laugh, the voices sing, And tell me, does winter's breath already sting?  I see you often in the night,  Your face half-hidden, turning to me, veiled in moonlight.  The kettle hums, the table's spread,  Your laughter ringing through my head.  The cows mooing down th

“In Flanders Fields, where poppies blow, between the crosses row on row.” The words are spoken every Canadian Remembrance Day to commemorate the bravery and sacrifice of soldiers for their country. Few poems are able to capture the ugly truth of war better than “ In Flanders Fields” by Sir John McCrae. But who was he and what did his poem actually mean? Written during World War one, the poem expresses the sorrow, loss and determination to remember those who had fallen before