This is what we did in our class as a follow up task to remember the people that died for us and we then should it infront of the hole school at assembly.
We wear a poppy to remember all the heroes who fight for us and die for us.
The poppy’s glow red in Flanders Fields after the war has ended.
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.
December 18th, 2012 at 17:47
hey i love your poem even though i moved school i love all your work you guys have done im so proud of you