In Flanders Fields John McCrae, 1915. |
| 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. |
KABUTO RODS - Limited Model 67116 Blank Order Offering
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One of the more interesting fiberglass fly rod releases of 2025 was
certainly Model 67116 two-handed fly rod addition to the Kabuto Rods lineup
and I'm exc...
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