A National Moment of RemembranceOn Memorial Day

That poem about where poppies blow and, the crosses, row on row Still rings true, these ninety yearsAfter written, still brings tears.We still have Dead, amid the gunsAnd lose our young and our loved onesThose who lived, short days agoWho, felt dawn, saw sunset glow.In Flanders Fields, the poppy redStill grow near where the blood was bledThey, Take up our quarrel with the foe?And still die for Freedoms that we know.They pass, The torch to, hold it highAnd not, break the faith with us who dieFor they, shall not sleep, though poppies growBeneath all those, crosses, row on rowIn Flanders Fields.

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