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Tuesday 11th November 2014

 
 

November 11 2014

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.

Pictures From Nick Webb-Wood

Pictures From Nick Webb-Wood

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

We are the Dead. Short days agoWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow