In Flanders fields the poppies grow,
With heads bent sorrowfully in the snow.
In Flanders fields the poppies cry,
With tear drops falling from hearts’ eye.
In Flanders fields the poppies stand,
With petals raised to guard sacred land.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow and shake,
With pride and honour for their sake.
In Flanders fields the poppies mourn,
With grief and hearts ripped and torn.
In Flanders fields the poppies remain,
To remind us of the soldiers’ pain.
In Flanders fields the poppies recall,
The many lives sacrificed for us all.
Lest we forget
In Memory of Stanley Tyers
