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.
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.
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.
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
A time to remember all the fallen heroes.
Good Night for now.
I'm wearing:
Hat with hair: Mina Hair Liss
Coat with skirt: coldLogic coat halfred (midnight)
Earrings: Caroline's Jewelry Large hoop earrings (silver) (SL Marketplace)
Poppy: TGW Remembrance Day Poppy 2014 (free) (SL Marketplace)
Poppy: TGW Remembrance Day Poppy 2014 (free) (SL Marketplace)
Pose: Flash Friendly (no longer available)
Location: London Remembrance Gardens
