• In Flander's Fields

    1 month ago - By Chez Namaste Nancy

    In Flanders Fields J ohn McCrae , 1872 - 1918
    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,
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.
    We are the dead; short days ago
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields.
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high!
    In Flanders fields.
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields.
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