Winning Poem

As I walked through a field of poppies,
That flood back the memories,
Of the war in the past,
That wasn’t the last.

We fly free because of you,
The blood of the poppies spill as our thanks do,
Your memories make us believe,
That we can’t give up if we want to achieve.
Your legacy lives with us.
As we watch the sun set,
I wish that we could’ve met.
I want to tell you how much we miss your courage.
God smiled on you as you fought,
You to me, I am naught,
You saved us all,
My tears fall.

As I walked through a pool of blood,
Of the ones that were loved,
Made me shed a tear,
For the ones who had no fear.

The dying soldier lifts his head,
Whispering a wish that glory lies ahead,
For his fellow friends that are still on their feet,
To victory you shall meet.
His tears drip and fall into his blood,
His face smeared with mud,
His last words of hope,
His last sight of the glowing sun,
Your fight is over and done,
You may not have achieved the best,
You may not want to rest,
But now your heart has done its job,
For soon no longer it will throb.
Your feet no longer let you stand,
Your eyes will close,
Leave you to sleep,
Leave you to go,
No longer you will see rain or snow,
But remember all that loved you back at home,
You have spread your wings and you have flown.

As I walked through the battlefield,
Where many were killed,
I stood thinking of our heroes,
The brave ones who fought our foes.