IN FLANDERS FIELDS
In Flanders fields the poppy 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 thow
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.
JOHN McCRAE 1872-1918
You can get your poppies online, just search RBL Poppy Shop
Hope people dont mind me giving this a bump up