In Flanders Fields

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.

Written by John McCrae a Canadian poet during WWI. He noticed how poppies had sprung up around the graves and crosses, and he was inspired to write the poem “In Flander’s Field”
My mother was a member of  Ladies VFW Auxiliary when I was as a kid, every year we would give out poppies and collect donations for Veterans of Foreign Wars. Let us honor all Vets, the ones that gave everything for our freedom. Thank you
Written by Loving Soul

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