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Tower and Town, December 2019

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Memorial

Fields of blood;
Uniforms covered with mud.
Under bright blue sky,
Is where the poppies lie.
Green grass grows and blows in the wind.
Soldier's grief,
Their mourning is not sweet.
Millions of people turned to flowers,
but they will never be forgotten.
Dead, that is they are.
Alone in the dark.
But have many a friend still above,
Army, Navy and Airforce.
Different roles,
But fighting as one.
Some survived, many did not.
But if you want to see them - have a look,
They are in Flanders Fields.

Tamsin

      

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