The Red Fields

By 19th November 2013December 9th, 2019No Comments

Amidst the mess of blood and gore
Many heroes fought the war
They fought for king and country dear
Through injury, death and mortal fear

Through a deadly hail of lead
They fought their way through fields of red
Past their comrades dead and dying
Thoughts of loved ones weeping, crying

When at last the war was won
The whole world counts the cost
The poppy fields of Flanders
Where so many lives were lost

Remember them with love and pride
Those gallant men that fought and died
Wear your poppy, head held high
Permit yourself a tear to cry

David Thompson

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