Wiriamua

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
Tltat mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing^y
Scarce heard amid theguns 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 \xdfelds.
Take up our quarrel with the Joe:
To you\xdfomfaiUng hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
Ifye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flander fields…