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 falling 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 .
This is not my work ...
I do not take credit for it😅
