#flandersfields
I see the trees are painting
Graceful scenes for you
The wind slowly whispers
To the sky of grey and blue
The clouds break in silence
Light warms the earth below
The path of ice beneath me
Basks in the morning glow
Leads me to Flanders fields
Your silhouette appears
The crosses of memorium
A deliquesce of tears
The peacefulness resounding
My emotions run away
By the name that greets me
On your remembrance day
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC
Dear humble poppy, you rose from cornfields
that had run red with the blood of our fallen…
Now resting souls of a war… one hundred years hence…
A symbolic, humbling flower of remembrance.
No man that tread Flanders those days…
stand today…
All have passed now…
But remember them we do…
And we will… on each anniversary of
the eleventh hour…
of the eleventh day…
of the eleventh month…
We shall pray and give thanks for their sacrifice.
We shall stand on parade to honour them…
Let your blood red petals fall softly,
fluttering in time to the sounds
of silence… our nation shall always fall silent
to remember the lives given to ensure our freedom.
Then the nation shall rise to the sounds of silver trumpets,
bidding a farewell to those who sacrificed all for us…
And yes, we promise to return on each
eleventh hour…
of the
eleventh day…
of the
eleventh month…
every year.
We shall remember them.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 1:07 PM UTC