Amongst the poppy fields there blows

The souls of those lost long ago.

Each blossom dances upon the grave

Of a brave soul that could not be saved. 


Behold in Flanders, fields blooming red

Flowers standing tall to mark the dead

Nature’s honour to those left behind

In soil-wrapped tombs, their spirits entwined.


Those who never chanced to grow old, 

The rest of their lives just stories untold

A promise from us to never forget;

Always cherish these fields bathed in deep red.


For every loved-one and Unknown face, 

Will always be remembered 

By this 


Place ❤️ 


By Alexandra Pearce-Broomhead

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