Flanders fields evoke memories of the first war battles of Ypres and Paschendale where so many thousands gave their lives
Poppies grow on Flanders fields
Poppies deepest red
On those ****** battle fields
Where so much young blood was shed
Poppies, poppies nurtured by the blood of boys
Poppies deep blood red
Thousands lift their heads towards the sky
Perhaps to glorify those boys who died
The poppy has four petals
One petal for every boy who died on those blood soaked fields
Petals red and whole nations grieved
And mourned the loss
Of youths not yet fully bloomed
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC
Flanders fields evoke memories of the first war battles of Ypres and Paschendale where so many thousands gave their lives
Poppies grow on Flanders fields
Poppies deepest red
On those ****** battle fields
Where so much young blood was shed
Poppies, poppies nurtured by the blood of boys
Poppies deep blood red
Thousands lift their heads towards the sky
Perhaps to glorify those boys who died
The poppy has four petals
One petal for every boy who died on those blood soaked fields
Petals red and whole nations grieved
And mourned the loss
Of youths not yet fully bloomed
Every November there is a memorial service here in UK and at the end of the service the red poppy petals fall. It is said one petal for every soldier who gave his life then and in every war since. So many red petals
