In Flanders Fields by John McCrae, May 1915

i mad this video in remembrance of those who died in the past wars
and for who are still dying in the present wars
Lest we 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 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 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.

i will be posting another video for the poem called "Why where a poppy
backgroung music called "last post" played on trumpet

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(: thaats cuute . in a waay =P