Remembrance Day - Sundays In My City

In Flanders Fields 

John McCrae

  

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.

May love of our fellow man triumph over those who hate.

May no one ever have to live the horrors of war.

May we all come to know a world of peace and harmony. 

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