Response to "In Flanders’ Fields"

In Flanders’ fields the conflict grew
The din the noise the cannons threw
Havoc let loose rages around
The death denouncing trumpet sound

The combat deepens on the brave
With rush to glory or the grave
Blood stains the earth where you lie
Blood-red the poppy blooms
In Flanders’s Fields

We have a promise we need to keep
To all in Flanders who lie asleep
We take the torch the poppy red
And wear in honour of our dead!

Have we learned the lessons taught?
For those who died was not for naught
In Flanders Field

Beryl McMullen