Remembrance Day

Guns fired below,

Many years ago.

Crosses lay,

In columns and rows.

Farewell heroes,

And betraying foes.

Amongst the cackle of the crows,

The poppies grow.

In Flanders Fields.

Scarred eyes,

Truly wise.

“We’ll never make it out of here alive”

What about the children and wives.

They sit there alone,

Watching the poppies grow.

In Flanders Fields.

For all they have achieved.

Their destiny is to receive.

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As they watch the poppies grow,

Through heat and snow.

They know,

We will remember them.

Lest we forget

By Tahlia.




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