• Forever Our Thanks!

    Posted on May 27, 2013 by in Latest Updates


















    In Flanders Fields

    by John McCrae

    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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