3Blood red skin
Cold black heart
From which life springs
On fields of death.
A scattered parade
Watching the skies
Crying for angels
To guard the souls
Of all the men who sacrificed themselves
Bur not a whisper leaves the silent lips
No words of sorrow
No tears to tell
Of the Suffering and Anger
They once saw
Yet still they stand
Proud and tall
A living memorial
Of a terrible war
Soldiers of peace
Standing to attention
Forever watching the silent plains.
World War One history trip to Belgium June 2003. Inspired by poppies on roadside and the scenes of battles visited.