Remembrance Day


The sun shining down on these green fields of France

The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance

The trenches have vanished long under the plow

No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now

But here in this graveyard that’s still no man’s land

The countless white crosses in mute witness stand

To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man

And a whole generation were butchered and damned

[Green Fields of France by Eric Bogle]

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