In Flanders Feilds Three
in Flanders Feilds the heros lie,
beneath the poppies under sky,
and hear us sing those faithful words,
that to the dead can still be heard,
of patrid love,
for the home we know,
to God above,
and the dead below,
in Flanders Feilds.
and now the crosses row on row,
where poppie roots desend and grow,
around the coffin where you lie,
arms crossed and staring at the sky,
and the crosses that go on and on,
and stretch forever into dawn,
though memory fades,
we'll always know,
exactly why these poppies grow,
in Flanders Feilds.
in the poppies red I hear a lark
as sunlight fades to eerie dark,
youre gift to me is to stand pround,
as victoious cheers are ringing loud,
for those who fought but never lost,
for they knew the price and paid the cost,
in Flanders Feilds
sleep sweet, rise fresh, refreshed and know,
that becasue of you these poppies grow,
and now in peace, forever lie,
and know that glory, never dies,
in Flanders Feilds.
By:Paige<3
