There once was a field covered in snow,
Where the grass would try to grow,
Youngsters would play and lovers would roam,
Red flowers were planted to make the place their own

The field became useful as the years went by, 
For it was used for war to fight the other side. 
Men came in with guns and machines,
No man’s land was the name it received

Trenches were dug to protect their own, 
Whispers and cries filled the holes, 
Long nights went by fuelled by the cold. 
Deaths would start to take their toll

These men where not ready for what laid ahead,
Death was not an option in their heads. 
Mud and blood could not sway, 
The young men from having their way.

November 11th came the day, 
When all the war ended, 
But not all were saved. 
The poppies grow on to mark the graves,
and let us remember what those men gave

Lest we forget