LEST WE FORGET

They shall grow not old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning
WE WILL REMEMBER THEM
Never to be Forgotten

 

Commonwealth War Graves

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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
     
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:
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.