In Flanders fields the poppies grow<br /> Between the crosses, row on row<br /> That mark our place: and in the sky<br /> The larks still bravely singing, fly<br /> Scarce heard amid the guns below. <br /> <br /> -- "In Flanders Fields," by John McCrae [Canadian Poet, 1872-1918]
| In Flanders fields the poppies grow 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. -- "In Flanders Fields," by John McCrae [Canadian Poet, 1872-1918]
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