All is silent in Flanders Field
Haloed ground we did not yield
But the German Kaiser and troop
We give them the Canadian boot
With bayonet and screaming lead
We charged, the cowardly legions fled
Left behind mustard gas their wounded and dead
While poppies grow in Flanders Field
Might I ask, did you serve well?
A legend do your child have to tell?
The cold damp earth is our bed
For awhile until the return
Of the person of Jesus we yearn
All is silence where poppies grew
Tho spring summer winter snow
One day peace on earth in time
1000 years no gun fire or crime
While poppies grew in Flanders Field
David Hamilton, St. Albert
