Lest We Forget

• Kirsten Buckholz, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2011

In Flanders Fields, where poppies grow,
And crosses stand row by row,
Red and black marks their place,
In the skies and on Earth's face.

In the war they had fears, they fret,
We shall always remember them, never forget.
In families there was left a hole,
In their hearts and in their soul.

In Flanders Fields where poppies blow,
Many still stand silent and woe.
Though they're dead, their flags still fly,
And a lark still cries up in the sky.

In Flanders Fields where poppies grow,
And crosses stand row by row,
The dead do rest, under and beneath,
We still remember and lay our wreath.