Wall of Remembrance

"Wall of Remembrance"

In Flanders Fields

• 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.
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• 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.
  John McCrae