In Flanders Field, 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 amind the guns blow. – John McCrae
We Remember 🌹
In Flanders Field, 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 amind the guns blow. – John McCrae
We Remember 🌹