"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."
On 11/11/1914 at 11am, the first WW ended. giving way to peace. This poem made by John McCrae was to remember fallen soldiers. take a moment of silence to honor and mourn whatever souls were lost in the violence of w@r. i dont normally post these things but we have to remember (IM ONE DAY LATE SORRY GUYS) made in wigglypaint.net
