by: John McCrae
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 oekaki is in memory of everyone who fought for our country, and for other's freedom.
This is especially for my Grandpa, who fought and came back, and still is running a small hobby farm at the age of 92.
My notes:
Besides the writing, I think it turned out really good
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