The Fields of Poppies

"Flanders Fields, made the appeal"

The fields of poppies use to grow; 

In Flanders Fields, like crimson flag which flows.

The flower of Remembrance among the rows; 

of soldiers who died too young to know.

 

Lest we forget those who’ve fallen long ago; and

The soldiers that survived with minds and souls left torn.

 

One by one they have now passed away; 

they left their lessons to make our own way.

 

So we gather on the day that once pledges to end all wars; 

The Day of Remembrance set on 11th day of the 11th month.

 

We wear the poppy as a symbol on our lapel; 

to never forget…

Those who had blood split; 

to never forget…

 

The tears that their friends and families have shed.

To never forget…

 

The price of freedom that weights too heavy on all our hearts; 

Lest we forget…

 

But how you spend that moment is your choice; 

a choice that may not been earned but given to through sacrifice.

 

So during the moment of silence please remember…

From far and wide they stand on guard for thee.