In Flanders Fields please, sleep in peace <br />Sleep - From the Hell you surely knew <br />The chaos, endured by brothers through <br />From failing arms your torches flew <br />Caught by few, who hold them high <br />Faithfully we carry on <br />The blood soaked dust you fought upon <br />Forever remember their poppy red <br />From which courage, love and honor bled <br />In Flanders Fields. <br /> <br />In Flanders Fields please rest in peace <br />From the noise of War's heartbeat, thunder <br />From the tainted blood lust mist asunder <br />Shallow foxholes still tell the secrets <br />Of their partners loyalty <br />The ones who never made it home <br />To feel embrace of family <br />So every time you feel loved <br />Or that sense of security <br />Please remember the choices made <br />For glory, God and victory <br />In Flanders Fields. <br /> <br />In Flanders Fields let us not go <br />To stomp the land where poppies grow <br />But to pay respect to ones who know <br />What pain was felt there years ago <br />The unknown soldiers, young blood hot <br />And the ice cold shells that cooled them <br />Freedom reigned from rifles, not <br />But from the souls of those who used them <br />So put your hat on your heart or your arms to your sides <br />Hold your head low and then close your eyes <br />Think of the lives of those who have died <br />The din of the sky and sweet battle cries <br />For peace, valor, and the long lost pride <br />In Flanders Fields.<br /><br />Stanley Petley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reply-to-flanders-fields/
