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 breakfaith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow. in Flanders fields.
The Polynesian Maori reached New Zealand in about A.D. 800. In 1840, their chieftains entered into a compact with Britain, the Treaty of Waitangi, in which they ceded sovereignty to Queen Victoria while retaining territorial rights. In that same year... ... read more 
