We rang half-muffled bells for Remembrance Service this morning.  I particularly like the sound, the note and the echo.  Anyhoo, I'm just having a surf on the net, reading about Armistice Day and poppies and how the tradition was started and I came across this poem.  I knew about the poem but had never read it the whole way through...so here it is.  

 In Flanders Fields by John McCrae

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.