Remembrance Day

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, sun sunset glow,

Loved and were Loved, now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Claude Monet