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.
This book will be available for you to view on Tuesday. The kids were really excited to put this book together and I have a feeling it will be a favourite book to read during reading time.
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