I chose a poem that I memorized and had to recite in grade school. I can still recite it word for word and its message is just as timely today as it was 100 years ago.
In Flanders Fields
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.
To create this card I used Painted Poppy Dies and Stamps by Altenew, a cross embossing folder by Darice, and a bird stamp from Tim Holtz.