Flowers of the field

I have stood in the green fields of France

And watched as the red poppies dance

As the breezes gently blow

But it wasn’t like this so long ago

For there was barbed wire and trenches

And young soldiers covered in mud

The ground was well trodden

 Soaked with Britain’s young blood

For every step that was taken each day

Young lives were sadly taken away

At times hundreds were killed by the hour

 Each life fell like petals from off a dying flower

Life was lost without care

As shrapnel and bullets flew through the air

But to halt or to go back they did not dare

Or stop to give the wounded care

Their orders were to advance at all cost

No matter how many lives were lost

But now we remember on the eleventh hour

How each life faded like a flower.

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