Flanders Fields The Poppy's Grow

In Flanders Fields the poppy's grow
marking deaths row by row '
peaceful air with a sun shining glow
once here Soldiers battled row by row.
intoxicating gases traveling like wildfire
Fighting for their life's is the only desire.
Frightening screams off family men
scaring the memory of thirty men.
the eyes have seen the pain , felt the burn
and played their turn .
now they lye in Flanders's fields with memories of a brave soldier
who's memories be told , they shall be remembered as the poppy's in Flanders fields grow.
They fought for our country , made us proud
Moina found the peace of the poppy by becoming transfixed
on a poem wrote by a simple Soldier Named Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae he passed away and surly will be missed.
poppys became our new remembrance gift to remember the loved ones and keep their soul's a lift.
As the solider says 'we shall not sleep,though poppies grow, In Flanders's fields'
To keep faith moina says 'we caught the torch you threw, and holding high we keep the faith with all who died'
in them tragic days of war and hate
now they lye in peace and harmony.
heads held high up in the sky our solider's
Rest In Peace To every one of you That Tried.