Saturday, 13 April 2013













In Flanders’ fields where poppies grow
Marking where the brave fell, row by row
They grow to remind us
We who never fought
Of battles raging, of men dying
Of lessons taught

In Flanders’ fields where poppies grow,
Silent gravestones, row by row
The fields so silent
The wind’s gentle whistling
Reminding us of the dead, the loved
The missing

In Flanders’ fields where poppies grow
Those who remember, row by row
Those who fought there
Oh so few
Their bravery, their suffering
If only we knew

In Flanders’ fields where poppies grow
Each year we march in honour, row by row
Their memories honoured, their legends grow
Of deeds in Flanders, where poppies grow
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