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.
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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.
That's the spirit!
Indeed.
Ps. apologies for the lack of congratulations, I was focused on giving a relevant response that hadn't been given already! Congratulations, but also thank you for the offer of such a prize and good luck to the other entrants!
I'll be donning a poppy in support as with every year.
🌺