~ Lest We Forget ~

By:  Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae,  May 1915 In Flanders Fields  In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce 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 lieIn Flanders fields.  Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throwThe torch, be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith … [Read more...]