Remembrance Day

In Flander’s Fields


In Flander’s Fields

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 Flander’s 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, tho poppies grow
In Flander’s fields.

Liet. -Col. John McCrafield-of-poppies-stuart-gennery

A beautiful fitting image found on google Copyright Photographer Stuart Gennery

I took it upon myself to go to the War Memorial Park in Coventry before the Remembrance Day March to take pictures of the park as it had been decorated with crocheted poppies i…

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