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#Rememberance Sunday

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During the two minutes silence on November 11th, I will be thinking about those who have died in conflict, throughout the world.
I have chosen the poem In Flanders fields by John McCrae, for my post this week. It was written in 1915 during the First World War. The poppy was adopted and used by the Royal British Legion for remembrance from this point.

In Flanders Fields

By John McCrae

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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.

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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.

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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.

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