by | Nov 17, 2017 | Poetry | 0 comments

In Flanders fields where memories sleep
In Flanders fieds where the war has reaped
In Flanders fields where war was held
In Flanders fields where the troops loudly yelled.

When the dogs barked, sniffing out the bombs
A ton of troops had already gone
you can hear the fire of the loud guns
A few of the troops decided to run.

When the war started there were Bangs and Booms
When the war ended the poppies bloomed.


Submit a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *