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Poetry from within

Return to Flanders fields

And while the landscape has changed and planes now fly overhead

We will not forget the sacrifice you made,

Soldiers: Forever young, forever brave

Silenced by death.

Who laid down their lives in Flanders Fields

Countless raindrops have fallen since then,

But it has not made us forget,

Despite the passing of the years,

Tears are still wept, falling like the rain.

Those who thought that the war they fought

Would be the war to end all wars

United in their vision to protect the nation

Selfless acts indeed

Whose journey ended in Flanders Fields.

Today, a new generation

Stand with the people of the years gone past

To pay their respects to the men who perhaps found peace,

Comforted that they did not die in vain

But battled for a new generation so they could be free

And live in peace again

With the poppy still burning red

A lasting reminder to all

Of the courage and kindness and bravery

Of the men who gave their all.

Words cannot portray

The gratitude we have for the men of yesterday

The poppy’s message is quite clear when worn,

And speaks more proficiently than any words could say.

The silence on the eleventh hour,

Pays tribute and calls out across the years

Back to those fields, where the wind softly whistles, with a message to impart

So the men who fell in battle may rest peacefully at last

For the generations are united

And time and age depart

And the message from the new generation is ‘thank you’

‘Thank you with all our hearts.’

Holly Kernott