Tuesday, 3 May 2016

In Flanders fields by Marianne.

I wrote this poem for remembering all the soldiers who died in the war.

In Flanders fields
In Flanders fields the poppies grow. The birds nor weary while the soldiers flow.
The soldiers attack the foe day and night sun and snow so children like us may be free to grow.
They spill their blood in Flanders fields as the fields turn red as poppies spread.

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