In Flanders Fields
In Flanders Fileds the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row in row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce hear amid the fund 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, through poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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| Llanfyllin Army Cadets leading the march |
The service was really moving, attended by many.
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