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 your to hold high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, through the poppies grow In Flanders fields. John McCrae, May 1915 In memory of all those who lost their lives in the battle of the Somme on the 1st July 1916; we salute you.
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