[Spridgets] Flanders fields - no lbc

[grbyrns at gmail.com]

On the 100th anniversary, My wife and I stood in the tiny “field hospital” in Belgium where this poem was allegedly written.  A muddy hole beneath a concrete slab.  An easily imagined window to hell.  Powerful….

Glen Byrns

> On Nov 11, 2021, at 12:15 PM, Weslake1330 via Spridgets <spridgets at autox.team.net> wrote:
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> 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.
> 
> 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.
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