Flanders Poppies.
Photo taken of the poppies a few years ago while visiting the Essex Farm war cemetery near Ypres, Belgium. Within the grounds is a memorial site for Lieutenant - Colonel John McCrae of the Canadian Army Medical Corps who wrote the poem ' 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.
Flanders Poppies.
Photo taken of the poppies a few years ago while visiting the Essex Farm war cemetery near Ypres, Belgium. Within the grounds is a memorial site for Lieutenant - Colonel John McCrae of the Canadian Army Medical Corps who wrote the poem ' 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.