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.
Wear your Poppy in Remembrance and Pride for those valiant warriors.
Take a moment from your day to day to remember all those who so bravely gave their lives to fight for their country and their beliefs. The freedom we enjoy in our lives is due in part to the ultimate price they and their families paid.