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. My six year old was in the car with me over the weekend and started reciting this to me. in his sweet little voice brought a tear to my eye. Anyway just wanted to share this.
Nice one. Never seen my lad so excited about homework. He's got a WW1 project to do and he can't wait. Love it that youngsters get to learn and enjoy been educated about events like that.
