Please stop for a minute and pray for all those men and women who fought for our Country.
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.