On Remembrance Day

Whether named or still unknown

In places where our flag has flown,

Do lay the brave, in humble grave,

And fields with sorrow sown.

The peaceful land gives little clue

Of horrors each were subject to,

And grass now green, belies a scene

Once cast in crimson hue.

Some may say the land conspires

To heal the scars of Man's desires,

Oblivious, to the plight of us,

But fertile from its fires.

But they've forgotten what was learned

When bombs rained down and so upturned

Each fertile field, that was to yield

Its fruit from bounty burned.

In lands where valor fed the soil

And rest our soldiers free from toil,

Once marred by tanks, the land gives thanks,

To defenders laid down loyal.

The peaceful land gives little clue

Of horrors each were subject to,

For each deserved to be interred

Neath God's glory, green and blue.