As I walk through the Poppy Fields
Watching the Red Flower glow
I pause, and reflect, on the men that fell
Men I didn’t even know.
Loved ones from a different time.
Taken from us in their prime
Bodies lying dead strewed all around
The grave stones of people from all different towns.
In the Poppy fields as I ponder
I sit and think and often wonder
What might have been all those
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
As I walk through the Poppy Fields
Watching the Red Flower glow
I pause, and reflect, on the men that fell
Men I didn’t even know.
Loved ones from a different time.
Taken from us in their prime
Bodies lying dead strewed all around
The grave stones of people from all different towns.
In the Poppy fields as I ponder
I sit and think and often wonder
What might have been all those
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