大象传媒

His Tribute to the Men of W.W.1
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A weary soldier there he lay
on crumbling mounds of grass and clay,
what sight is this that meets his gaze?
A million poppies proudly raise
then dip their heads as if to say
another war has passed this way.

Where now you rest were trenches deep
for those who lie there still we keep,
a loving vigil through the years
in Flanders fields of blood and tears,
long gone the trumpets last lament
at rest with God their young lives spent.

Brave lads from nations far and wide
who fought and died here side by side,
they fought the hated Gods of war
they fought the evil we abhor,
here in this hallowed ground they sleep
where grieving poppies nod and weep.

For them this blood red carpet grows
tread softly then respecting those,
who came in hope one fearful day
with courage too to join the fray,
so bare your head and proudly stand
by those who lie in No Mans Land.

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