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.
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8 comments:
A sweet and touching postcard Heather beautiful work!!!
So lovely! A wonderful rememberance piece.
Your card is beautifully done, Heather. I used the poem too, because it says all there is to say, doesn't it?
Beautiful, Heather. I am now following you, and invite you to join my blog as well.
Beautiful piece.xx
A beautiful postcard, Heather.
So lovely.
Beautiful! A perfect remembrance. So glad to see you back at your art and blog. :-)
Blessings.
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