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. Remembering all who gave their lives and those who continue to risk their lives daily in defence of their country. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them. Lest we forget.
Honour The Dead, Remember The Fallen, For All Are Heroes Who Have Died In Service Of Their Country, Love To All The Families Of The Military and The Personnel Who Risk Their Lives Everyday To Protect Us
We recently read that in my U.S. History class. I loved it. Amazing piece of poetry. Lest we forget