And all across the Flanders fields they lay
The bodies of the fallen in the war
For us they made the ultimate sacrifice
And we will remember them forever more.
Red poppies decorate November clothes
And where there once was only dirt and mud
The summer lands are covered in the flowers
The poppies which remind us of spilt blood.
Their lives were lost to give us lives to live
Hard to imagine the horrors that they shared
Our thanks to those we lost, to all of them,
Thanks too to those who fought and who were spared.
©Sandra E Chubb
The bodies of the fallen in the war
For us they made the ultimate sacrifice
And we will remember them forever more.
Red poppies decorate November clothes
And where there once was only dirt and mud
The summer lands are covered in the flowers
The poppies which remind us of spilt blood.
Their lives were lost to give us lives to live
Hard to imagine the horrors that they shared
Our thanks to those we lost, to all of them,
Thanks too to those who fought and who were spared.
©Sandra E Chubb
November 2013
Sandra , it must be very touching to be out in France on this day of remembrance, a lovely poem. I couldn't have put it better myself.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Depending on whether it's absolutely tipping it down still or not, I may go down, for the first time, to my local church at Lanrivain towards 11.00am. I've only just got dry from doing the animals though so I'm not sure yet. Incidentally, the young French soldiers of the first world war were often referred to as les bleuets (cornflowers) because of the ‘horizon blue’ uniforms they wore, so the flower of the same name was used to remember them here in France rather than the poppy. The custom of selling bleuets in France in the way that the British Royal Legion sells poppies has died out I think.
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