Poems taken from Pegasus (journal of the parachute regiment & airborne forces).
THANK YOU
IN FLANDERS FIELDS THE POPPIES GROW,
WHERE INNOCENT PEOPLE ARE BURIED BELOW,
THEY GAVE THEIR LIVES TO LET US KNOW
THAT WAR IS NOT THE WAY TO GO.
THEY STAYED IN TRENCHES COLD AND MUDDY,
THEY FOUGHT THE WAR SO DARK AND BLOODY,
DEFENDING COUNTRIES EVERYWHERE
BY SEA AND LAND AND IN THE AIR.
THEY'LL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT AGAIN,
THEIR FAMILIES OR FRIENDS.
THE WAR,
THE BLOODY WAR HAS BROUGHT THEM TO AN END.
THE ONES WHO HAVE SURVIVED THE WAR
ARE SCARRED WITH MEMORIES,
OF BLOOD AND DEATH, AND GUNS,
AND FRIENDS TRYING TO FLEE,
THE SOLDIERS GRAVES ARE FAR AWAY
AND SO ON EVERY SPECIAL DAY
WE BOW OUR HEADS AND GREATFUL SAY
“THANK YOUâ€
FALLEN WARRIOR
FROM THE GROUND, THE AIR, THE WATER YOU CAME
TO FIGHT ON A SHORE SO FAR AWAY,
YOUR EYES SAW A DISTANT FIELD
ONE WHICH DID NOT EASILY YIELD,
AND TOOK YOUR BREATH IN STEEL HANDS
YOUR LIFE GIVEN FOR US ON CRIMSON POPPY SANDS.
FALLEN WARRIOR
WE DO NOT FORGET AS YOU LIE IN YOUR BOWER
LET NO DISTANT FIGHT ASSAIL YOUR EYES,
YOUR HEART KNOW NO ANGERED THUNDER,
LET YOUR EYES NO LONGER SHED PAINFUL TEARS
AS YOU, WHO GAVE ALL, NOW REST IN SLUMBER.
FLOWERS
WALKING DOWN A COUNTRY LANE
THE FIELDS ABLAZE WITH FLOWERS
YELLOW, PINK, BLUE AND GREEN,
AND THE POPPY TALL AND RED
A BLACK EYE LOOKING AT THE SKY,
WE STAND HEADS BOWED
TO REMEMBER THE DEAD
WHO FOUGHT IN THE WARS.
THE POPPY STANDS TALL AND PROUD
REMEMBERING AS WELL THE SYMBOL
IT CREATES WHEN ALL AROUND
ARE FELLED, THE PETALS RED
FOR BLOOD BEEN SHED,
THE BLACK EYE FOR THE EARTH
AND DARKNESS AS THEY FELL,
THE GREEN STEM TALL AND STRAIGHT
PROUD, LIKE US TO REMEMBER THEM
WE WILL REMEMBER THEM.
