A Poppy for Remembrance Day

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.

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

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Here is to you, the young man baring the pride and responsibility of his country on his shoulder. This is in your honour, as you stand there as a woman – protector of her home and nation. Thank you son and daughters for believing in a future of freedom and unity. This is for you – the one sitting there reading this, knowing that you are willing to go to any extent to create a world of laughter, happiness and joy.

Live.

Love.

Honour.

Respect.

Remember.

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Stay sweet darlings.

xo

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