I have looked into history, <br />and seen a field. <br />It's a field where, no wheat will yield. <br />It's a field that saw a bloody war. <br />a war to which, <br />there has been none before. <br />Where is this field, <br />where now the poppy grows, <br />that's rich in scent, <br />when the warm wind blows. <br />It was once a green pasture, <br />known as Flander's Field! <br />but is now the field, <br />where no wheat will yield. <br />So rich in red, <br />when the poppy blooms. <br />Among the crosses, <br />of soldiers tombs. <br />This field of honour, <br />to remember the dead. <br />Where The Twenty Third Psalm, <br />was so often said. <br />In this battle scared field, <br />that was once, No Mans Land! <br />men fought with courage, <br />with the help of Gods hand. <br />The carnage and the death, <br />that was within this hell fire, <br />Their only protection, were trenches, <br />bayonets and barbed wire. <br />Men charged to the sound, <br />of the Battle Cry! <br />Not one of them knowing, <br />if it was their last good bye. <br />Thousand's died within this field, <br />this field where, <br />no wheat will yield. <br />Dressed in medals, <br />are the men that survived, <br />what thoughts do they share, <br />of their comrades that died, <br />In a field that saw a Bloody War, <br />one that could be heard, <br />as far as England's shore. <br />This then is the field, <br />where no wheat will yield, <br />yet still the poppy grows, <br />so rich in scent, <br />when the warm wind blows.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-field-that-saw-a-war/
