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. |
NATIVE FISH COALITION - Annual Epic FastGlass Benefit Raffle
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It great to see Epic Fly Rods continue to support Native Fish Coalition and
this year's raffle puts up for grabs one of my favorite "Do-All" 4-weights
with...
2 days ago


