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.
— John McCrae
Lest we forget. Who are you remembering tomorrow? 🌺
A war memorial statue holding a cross inscribed 'IN FLANDERS FIELDS', with a Canadian flag.
This photo was published Tuesday morning as the Instagram post "In Flanders Fields" (https://www.instagram.com/p/Dfj9tpXD4Ws/)
See more of my photography on Instagram @cheryldunning093, and find prints on Fine Art America and Redbubble (link in my Instagram bio).








