In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The lark, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Lived and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up your 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.
By John McCrae
The Cenotaph in Springwater Park was erected in honour of ‘The Vespra Boys’ who gave their lives for their country in World War I.
The white crosses bear the names of these young men. Before covid19 restrictions, local high school students identified each of these brave, young soldiers.
Today’s ceremony was brief. Followed by those present solemnly placing their poppies at the foot of the Cenotaph.
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