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Deep red, like the blood of fallen foes
The guns sharp cracks cry
While the birds solemnly fly
Under the poppies we now lie

Deep in the ground, our bodies rot
However, our blood is not wasted, definitely not
As they will always be nearby
In Flanders fields

We fought for what was just
So remember the crosses row upon row
Under the blue sky the poppies grow
And, the soldiers best their foe
And all the while the wind does sigh
In Flanders fields
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In Flanders Fields

Contributed by subtect64 on Monday, 19th September 2011 @ 11:37:21 PM in AEST
Topic: war

In Flanders field’s poppies grow
Deep red, like the blood of fallen foes
The guns sharp cracks cry
While the birds solemnly fly
Under the poppies we now lie

Deep in the ground, our bodies rot
However, our blood is not wasted, definitely not
As they will always be nearby
In Flanders fields

We fought for what was just
So remember the crosses row upon row
Under the blue sky the poppies grow
And, the soldiers best their foe
And all the while the wind does sigh
In Flanders fields

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Re: In Flanders Fields (User Rating: 1 )
by hacktastic on Tuesday, 20th September 2011 @ 01:02:57 AM AEST
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from John McCrae, 3 May 1915

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.

Re: In Flanders Fields (User Rating: 1 )
by hacktastic on Tuesday, 20th September 2011 @ 01:03:33 AM AEST
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just for reference...

Re: In Flanders Fields (User Rating: 1 )
by deusdeira on Wednesday, 21st September 2011 @ 07:06:55 AM AEST
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that is a beautiful poem you are representing :) and you did a good job.

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