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.
You can read more about the Remembrance Day poppy here.
I've been thinking of making my own for a few weeks now. Mine turned out bigger than I'd imagined, but I like the way it turned out.
Don't forget to remember those who gave their lives in service to our country--both the living and the dead--on Veterans' Day, Remembrance Day, and everyday.
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