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Lena.'

'Lena Start.'

'Kantklossen.'

'Borduren.'

'Handwerk.'

'Beren maken.'

'Knutselwerkjes.'

Luc.'

'Knutselwerkjes.'

Ieper.'

'Eerste wereldoorlog.'

'In Flanders Fields.'

'Wandelen rond Ieper.'

'Oude foto's van Ieper.'

Mijn Blogjes.'

'Canada.'

'Kreta.'

'Tunesie.'

'Rome.'

Mijn awards.'

'Mijn awards.'

Eigen banners.'

'Eigen banners.'

Gastenboek.'

'Schrijven.'

'Lezen.'

 
 

John McCrae
 
 

 

IN FLANDERS FIELDS.

John McCrae

In Flanders Fields

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.

 
 

 
 
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