Poetry

In Flanders Field

By 13th July 2011December 9th, 2019No Comments

In Flanders Field the poppies grow
Even when the Sun is low
They hold our place for the soldier
Who will not get to grow much older

Now you hold our torch so high
In Flanders Field we’ll not die
We still try to see Sunshine in the sky
Even when the birds don’t fly

Elle May Tandy

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