I found something I wrote last November 11th.

In Flanders

Fields, mostly green, dotted with red

As far as the eye can see

As far as a wounded man can walk in a day

Think back to days of WWI

Think back to John and his friend Alexis

Search for the patch of land when many lives were lost

Search for the memories they want to forget

Rows of crosses mark their final rest

Rows of soldiers fall, gently through the fields of grass

Hear the shots

Hear the cries

See the pain

See the futility of all this bloodshed

Of all this waste of youth

Of all this waste of generations

Fields, mostly red, remind us of the past

And pass the torch along

© 2010 Surrey, BC