The Grass of Flanders Field
As the soldiers stepped onto the
Grass, brown and red
They think of where they
Could be instead.
Perhaps at home
With the ones that they love
In the warmth with the
Uncloudy, blue sky above.
Or covered with
Golden warm light
As the sun covers them
Shining quite bright
But instead there is darkness
That takes them away
Down this somber path
This violent way.
But the sad thing is
They made this choice
So you ‘d see others today
So you’d hear my voice.
In footsteps of heroes
These poppies grow,
But they spread to our hearts
Than where they were sowed.
For those brave souls
Never thought to yield
As they stepped on to the grass
of Flanders’ Field,
Bridget M. (Mme Ryan, grade 7)