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
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.
–Lt. Col. John McCrae
For more information about the poppy tradition, visit the American Legion's website.
Here are my poppies. I even have a postcard. :))
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Sinful Colors "Snow Me White"
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Sinful Colors "Snow Me White"
Diamond Cosmetics in red
Wet n Wild "Ebony Hates Chris"
Pure Ice "Jaguar"
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