In Flanders field 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.
2 comments:
A timely and moving reminder of what's really important in these internet days. Thank you.
Fear not.
Normal service will be resumed shortly.
:)
Lady Peters of Lanewayshire
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