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.
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Blood-swept lands and seas of red, 888,246 poppies, each representing a British fatality during WW1.
Remembering my Grand-Uncle, James Alfred Ryder MM, killed in action at the Battle of St Quentin,, 21 March 1918.
No known grave - remembered at Poiziers
