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. |
FLY FISHERMAN - Shawn Combs on Dream Job at Scott Fly Rods
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As Shawn Combs continues to settle into his new position at Scott Fly Rods,
Ross Purnell of Fly Fisherman sat down with him to tell his story of being
a ki...
18 hours ago


