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.
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@cmt2812 I remember singing this version with my choir once; and sang along with it... brought back memories of singing at the Dawn Service of ANZAC Day at Logan Diggers on Blackwood Road.
@cmt2812@digitalrn thank you both for your lovely comments. I thought to do something different for this year's photo.
A beautiful sung version of this poem. We used this today at school. The use of the watch in your photo is clever.
@cmt2812 @digitalrn thank you both for your lovely comments. I thought to do something different for this year's photo.