Original Poppy 1916 - Flanders Field Poem

[Sandra]

A Salute to all Veterans! 
     

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. 

[Sandra]

God Bless all of our Military past and present and may he look over them always!