Poppies Blow Beneath the Crosses Row on Row
On Memorial Day, please remember the soldiers and sailors who gave their lives for our country.
“In Flanders Fields the poppies blow beneath 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 the 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.”
by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae