11 November 2011

Never Forget.


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 belowWe are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fieldsTake 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.

Love, Charlestown xoxo.

(photo from Wehearit)


  1. beautiful picture and what a stunning poem. i love how powerful and poignant words can be sometimes - war poetry never ceases to bring a tear to my eye and leave my totally speechless.
    take care <3 Holz oxo


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