For english...
" In flanders fiend, the poppies grow, between the crosses, row on row..." Those are the beginning words to the song/ poem "Flanders fields" which is a poetic description of a World War I graveyard in Belgium. Theres no elation in this poem, but then again, theres no despair. Its simply the preservation of a time, a battle and many lives long past. Taken through the eyes of the dead soldiers, the poem also translates there thoughts of the battle and of dead, such as in the lines "We are the dead, short days ago, we lived, felt dawn, saw sunsets glow, and now we lie in Flanders Field".
I wrote that baby for English class. pretty shabby, huh?
I wrote that baby for English class. pretty shabby, huh?