Flanders Field

November 11, 2015 by Keyser Söze | Filed under Babes, HIstory, Holidays.

Flander.Field

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, thumb row on row, ampoule
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, see 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.


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