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LETTER: While poppies grow


All is silent in Flanders Field

Haloed ground we did not yield

But the German Kaiser and troop

We give them the Canadian boot

With bayonet and screaming lead

We charged, the cowardly legions fled

Left behind mustard gas their wounded and dead

While poppies grow in Flanders Field

Might I ask, did you serve well?

A legend do your child have to tell?

The cold damp earth is our bed

For awhile until the return

Of the person of Jesus we yearn

All is silence where poppies grew

Tho spring summer winter snow

One day peace on earth in time

1000 years no gun fire or crime

While poppies grew in Flanders Field

David Hamilton, St. Albert