In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks,… — John McCrae Copy Share Image
In Flanders fields the poppies blow, Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky, The larks,… — John McCrae Copy Share Image
“Across the river, fields of poppies stretched along the bank, the delicate scarlet heads dancing in the breeze, carefree and flourishing.” — Bella Forrest Copy Share Image
