In Flanders field

In Flanders Fields the poppies will grow in a row they mark our place and in the sky the bird are still bravely singing but they could be herd by the guns below.

we are the dead days age we lived flat morning were loved just like you but now we lie in Flanders Fields among the poppies row by row.
Now let us rest in peace. You should remember us how we have defend your land, if you don`t  we will not sleep in peace but the poppies will grow in Flanders Field.
                   from RICHARD