In the Fields
In Flanders Fields Poppies grow,
Rocking in the wind to add fro.
The wonderful dead,
Rest respected in their beds.
If only, If only I could see you again,
I’d give you my heart for one hug,
My friend.
In Flanders fields you lie in peace,
In your heart R.I.P.
In Flanders Fields poppies grow,
Stone crosses lined in a row.
Jessica L.
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