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My
Flanders Field
I left my land-my Flanders field
The blue gray hills-the sun kissed streams
My life's content-my hopes-my dreams
I left my love in Flanders field
His gentle smile-his eyes so tender
And all the promises he made
I left him there in Flanders field
To rest in peace instead of pain
With roses covering his name
And all is quiet in Flanders field
The silence is no worse than cheers
Now that time has closed his ears
So please tread softly in Flanders field
You're treading on so many dreams
That are spread out under your feet.
Poem from "Lines Like Flowers" Volume 1
Copyright © by E. d M. and Roland U. Belanger.
February 8, 1980.
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The Memory Of Your Smile
A phantom out of years gone by.
A name, a face, a memory.
A borderline between soul and mind
You’re there, I’m here and who is real
When you stand before me in my dream
A vision yet a reality.
I’m a heart that loves, a heart that feels,
While you’re a spirit till eternity.
But warm you lie in my thoughts like beams
Of sunlight on warm rippling streams.
Or stardust spread across the skies
Around a bright moon’s amased eye
Dusting with silver the sleeping lake
On a lazy, quiet Summer eve.
The memory of your tender smile
Is like an angel’s gentle wing
Slowly pushing ahead the time
Towards eternity, and what it will bring.
Gone are the dark and mysterious fears,
And the doubts, they first slowed then ceased
Like lazy waves on the sleepy sea,
The pain is now at ease.
Poem from "Lines Like Flowers" Volume 3
Copyright © by E. d M. and Roland U. Belanger.
February 8, 1980.
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