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For Today
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Betwen the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scare 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
..WE cherish too, the poppy red That grows on
fields where valor led. It seems to signal to the
skies That blood of heroes never dies..
Moina Michael
