O' Mother Dear Poem by Gary G Willmore

What evil time has history chosen to bring us to this land?
Death and dying lie all around these fields where poppies stand

We fight this hell and pray to God we'll make it through this day
But faith is lost remembering the cost of thousands who died this way

"O' mother dear" carries in the wind from cries as men go down
The fields are red from blood we bleed that seeps into this ground

My time has come to meet the foe as we go hand to hand
But what of me my time is done, lying here upon this land

How time will tell of the kids that fell in this hallowed place
We fell and died upon this field in sight of God and grace