In Flanders fields the poppies blow
between the crosses row on row
that marks our place and in the sky
the larks, still bravely singing
fly scarce amid the guns below
we are the dead short days ago
we lived felt dawn saw sunset glow
Loved and well loved and now we live in Flanders fields
Take up our quarrel with the fowe to you from failing hands we throw the torch be yours to hold it high if yee breaks faith with us all who die
We shall not sleep through poppies grow in Flanders fields
(Credit given to John McCrae )
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Our War
PoetryA selection of poems centred around The Great War, World War II and many other wars. (Includes Music tracks)
