My Fav Poem Ever!!!!
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae, May 1915 In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe:To you from failing hands we throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep,though poppies growIn Flanders fields.
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*Holding you so so so TIGHT and not letting go* xxx
That is Really Good! I have no talent like that at all!! Your really good! Love You,Joy!!
Thisnt my own poem it is my favorite poem, it is by John McCrae, written in 1915
Thought I\'d share one of my favorites, written approx. 2000 years ago.
\"But as many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the Sons of God, even to them that believe on His Name:\"
John 1:12