For Veterans Day

In Flanders Feilds

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
May 3 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