Friday, 29 August 2014

by John McCrae, May 1915...Amen!

'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 heart 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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