We Will Remember Them

Photo by Solpadeinee
In Flanders the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky
The Larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce hear 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 the 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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