Thursday, 2 October 2008

Saturday 11 November 2006

In Flanders' Fields
John McCrae, 1915


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.


To all those who fought and died so that my partner and I can write our Blog in a free England: THANK YOU. No matter how many times we say "thank you", it can never be enough.
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