Flanders Field Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Flanders Field



They died a painful death in Flanders Field,
earth drenched in crimson blood, a soldier's dream,
he knew the very day his fate was sealed
'twas his final meal, of peaches and sweet cream.

Sunday, November 9, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: death,dream,earth,fate,soldier
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