“We will remember them”


"We will remember them"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 lie

In Flanders’ fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe,

To you from failing hands we throw

The Torch: be yours to hold high!

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders’ fields.

 

 

They shall not
grow old, as we that are left grow old.

Age shall not
weary them, not years condemn.

At the going down
of the sun, and in the morning

We will remember them

“We will remember them”

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