Remembrance Day.

Lest We Forget, right?



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.

In Flander's Fields is a nice poem. *awkward silence* (Oooh great.)

So today I had a french Dictee. It wasn't bad. I'm pretty sure I got a-okay. And I also had a Health test. t.t That...I'm not sure how well that went. D= I just want the credit, really.