Reminisces and Confessions of a Poppy Seller – oh dear!

In Flanders Fields Poem by Canadian World War 1 physician Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae (c1915) 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 […]