Chapter 60: sixty
We Shall Keep the Faith
Oh! You who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet--to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.
We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.
And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.
by Moina Micheals
(This poems is a response to the famous poem: "In Flander's Field" by John Mcree which was written in WW1)
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