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.

This is a U.S. military cemetery – Jefferson Barracks in St. Louis, Missouri. There are no poppies between the stones, row on row. that stand on this carefully tended hillside. But places are marked, and birds do fly by sharing their lovely songs. And, sadly, here in this country, there are indeed still guns below.