As I've mentioned before, I once went on a Battlefields tour with school, visiting the Somme, Ypres, Hill 60, Tyne Cot, Verdun, Devil's Wood, the Menin Gate, and a place called Flanders Fields. Ever since that trip, Rememberance Day has meant so much more to me. One poem, that I read whilst on this tour, has stuck with me, and I would just like to share it with you. It's called "In Flanders Fields", and was written by a man called John McCrae, who was a Canadian Medic. --------------- 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.