In The Fields (My Adaptation) Poem by Michael Wilson

In The Fields (My Adaptation)

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In the fields where poppies grow
lie their bodies, row on row.
These are of the bravest men
who tried so hard to defend.
They saved our world, they saved our queen.
And now they will never be seen.
Because in the fields where poppies grow
lie their bodies, row on row.

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