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.
Never forget that today is also Rememberence Day and Armistice Day. The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month- the end of the fighting of World War One, the "war to end all wars" (the Treaty of Versailles was signed months later in 1919).
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.
Never forget that today is also Rememberence Day and Armistice Day. The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month- the end of the fighting of World War One, the "war to end all wars" (the Treaty of Versailles was signed months later in 1919).