Armistice Day, a Century Gone
Today is a cold autumn day, but not so cold as some autumns elsewhere and elsewhen I think. 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 […]
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