In Flanders fields the poppies blow...

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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jaimeconamore: #jj_keepingitreal_012

 

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jaimeconamore: thanks friend @love_and_life_images

 

talym: Fantastic abstract picture

 

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jaimeconamore: Thanks for the complement @talym

 

suzeetwo: @jaimeconamore Beautiful series and tribute.

 

jaimeconamore: I am always smiling when i read the lovely words you leave on my posts. Tyvm Sue. @suzeetwo

 

 

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