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In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
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.
![]() 11/11/2013 at 10:11 |
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Greetings from the flanders. Nearby a field, coincidentally.
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Is that the Flanders Hotel in OCNJ?
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A suggestion for anyone with posting privileges. Since we usually have a little music on Oppo, how bout someone post the video to Drop Kick Murphy's Green Fields of France for veteran's day.
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Uh, no, Flanders, as in Belgium, as in what the guy in the poem is talking about.