IN FLANDER's FIELDS... DIGITAL WHISPER's POPPIES CHALLENGE...

 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

~

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae