Poppy Fields
Never pick a poppy I was told when I was a child,
For every flower was the soul of a fallen solider,
It must be so because of Flanders Fields,
Which were once seas of red poppies.
By Christopher Tye
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I would like to translate this poem
Your poem reminded me of the old folk song Where have all the flowers gone... For every flower was the soul of a fallen solider.Very touching.