We've heard of a man named John
Loving, caring and strong
He was a medic in the war
Who helped his friends and many more
The times were rough, the day long
The men who faught, so very strong
John wrote a poem for these guys
While under fire from the skys
In Flanders Fields he worked and prayed
Then wrote the words we say today
"In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row"
Now John McCrae, he passed away
Too ill to fight, he could not stay
He left for us some words to say
So that the children remember on this day
The torch he passed was for all
To remember the brave soldiers who did fall
The children stand and repeat
"We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields"
LNN & SLH
We Wear a Poppy
We wear a poppy on our chest
To show the world how we are blessed.
We stand and listen on this day
How so many soldiers went away
To fight for freedon for those they left.
We wear a poppy of bright red
A symbol of thanks for the dead
One minute of silence for us to think
Of how brave souls are the link
Between what was freedom bread.
We wear a poppy at this time
For those who died, a foot on a mine
Give thanks to those not here today
Only guessing what they might say
Was for the best of mankind.
We wear a poppy and are proud
Lay the wreaths, give thanks out loud.
So all remember; the promise to keep.
Freedom for all, the strong and the weak
And walk together on futures safe road.
KELN & SLH
Good work girls.