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.
I would so put that in my sig if more than one pic was allowed.
It's the thought that counts.
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.