the nail fairy
Well-Known Member
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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.
I am so very proud of our Service men and women, May we all remember what they have done for us and the ones who are still fighting for us.
Sincerely;
Janet
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.
I am so very proud of our Service men and women, May we all remember what they have done for us and the ones who are still fighting for us.
Sincerely;
Janet