Fields Of Red
I walked down narrow twisting roads,
Then Struggle through the dense green grove.
And rest a while by the farmer's sheds,
To gaze across the fields of red.
This flower and emblem of sad times,
Serves to awake and to remind.
Of loved ones lost and evil crimes,
The death and destruction left behind.
Now bowing and swaying in the breeze,
Standing proud and erect for all to see,
It's small red face burns like an ember,
In case that we should not remember.
But let us not forget these souls,
Who gave their lives for us of old.
The battles over air, land, and sea,
They died so we could all be free.
Then Struggle through the dense green grove.
And rest a while by the farmer's sheds,
To gaze across the fields of red.
This flower and emblem of sad times,
Serves to awake and to remind.
Of loved ones lost and evil crimes,
The death and destruction left behind.
Now bowing and swaying in the breeze,
Standing proud and erect for all to see,
It's small red face burns like an ember,
In case that we should not remember.
But let us not forget these souls,
Who gave their lives for us of old.
The battles over air, land, and sea,
They died so we could all be free.
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