Flanders Field

by Nevaeh aged 10

In Flanders Field, we celebrate our losses,
we remember them with poppies and crosses,
they were as brave as a bird sight,
they tried their best and won the fight.
Unfortunately, most of them didn’t live,
we have hope for them so we give,
loved and were loved and now they lie,
In Flanders Field.

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