On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month
In Flanders Fields the cannons boom,
And fitful flashes light the gloom;
While up above, like eagles, fly
The fierce destroyers of the sky;
With stains the earth wherein you lie
Is redder than the poppy bloom,In Flanders Fields.
Sleep on, ye brave! The shrieking shell,
The quaking trench, the startling yell,
The fury of the battle hell
Shall wake you not, for all is well;
Sleep peacefully, for all is well.
Your flaming torch aloft we bear,
With burning heart and oath we swear
To keep the faith, to fight it through,
To crush the foe, or sleep with you,In Flanders Fields.
Written in response to "In Flanders Fields"
~~By J.A. Armstrong.~~
Please remember those that have fallen, have fought, and are fighting to protect our freedom and the freedom of others.
