False Positives
In Flanders Fields
Posted under Culture, on Thursday, November 10th, 2005;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.
By John McCrae ( written 1915)
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November 13th, 2005 at
stumbled upon your site via delicious. I thought this might be interesting - re: remembrance day.
http://librivox.org/index.php?p=74