In Flanders fields the poppies blow
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
torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
To Those Who Protect Our Freedoms
The Heroes of Flight 93
A Visit To Ground Zero
Creating Vision From Ashes
The Doctor Who Wrote "In Flanders Fields".
Lest We Forget
The Firefighter's Prayer
The Internet Prayer Page
THE JOURNEY CONTINUES
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