In Flanders Fields
Written in 1915
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:...
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
@Free_Press , I went off to look at Flanders Fields today. Google Earth. The place is farms, towns, sheep pastures, and serenity.
I hope to hell Ukraine finds that same peace.
