In Flanders Fields BY JOHN MCCRAE 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. Military Service Recognition Book 332 Ken Hurren Owner Cell 250-517-8576 Ph. 250-832-9455 Fax 250-832-5570 ken@actionsafety.ca 416-4th St. N.E., Box 297 Salmon Arm, BC V1E 4N3
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