POEMS FROM THE HEART

Oh! Sleep in peace where poppies grow;
The torch your falling hands let go
Was caught by us, again held high,
A beacon light in Flanders sky
That dims the stars to those below
You are our dead, you held the foe,
And ere the poppies cease to blow,
We'll prove our faith in you who lie
In Flanders Fields.

Oh! rest in peace, we quickly go
To you who bravely died, and know
In other fields was heard the cry,
For freedom's cause, of you who lie,
So still asleep where poppies grow,
In Flanders Fields

As in rumbling sound, to and fro
The lightning flashes, sky aglow
The mighty hosts appear, and high
Above the din of battle cry,
Scarce heard amidst the guns below,
Are fearless hearts who fight the foe,
And guard the place where poppies grow.
Oh! sleep in peace, all you who lie
In Flanders Fields.

And still the poppies gently blow,
Between the crosses, row on row.
The larks, still bravely soaring high,
Are singing now their lullaby
To you who sleep where poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.


Author John Mitchell

Yugoslavia, What have you done?

It was once said
that the hills of dread,
are the mountains of Yugoslavia.

Barriers abound
seperators of sound,
Peoples divided
religion decided.

With the ghosts of time
my mind's eye can't lie,
I've seen the people
who've lived here.

That was when
the adults laughed
and children played,
The mountains hid no tears.

There was a time
not long ago
Hostilities did cease.

The mountains lived
and flowers bloomed,
The valleys were at
peace.

Now war has come
this country lay shattered
it's people scattered
everywhere.

They've killed their
neighbours and killed
their friends,
Nay families did they
spare.

Ear for an ear,
Eye for an eye,
It's a never ending
story.

All because the peolpe here
can not forgive
Nor ever say
"We're Sorry".

Author Ron Heffernan.

Long Ago

In Flanders Fields
The poppies blow,
To remind us all
of long ago.

They fought the fight
to end all wars
If we only knew then
what man had instore.

The Great War
was it not enough?
So we fought another
to show our stuff.

Brother a'gin brother
Father a'gin Son,
The more we fought
the less we've won.

Around the world
as this poem I pen,
The sins of man
begin again.

Not to fear
there is an endless source
Of men and women
for a NATO Force.

We are the ones
who train for peace,
To enable the world's
figthing to cease.

As I drive
Bosnia's beautiful land,
I'll never forget those
who've made their last stand.

In Flanders Fields
the popies blow,
To remind us all
of long ago.

Author Ron Heffernan.

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