Hey guys I know this isn't probably original but I haven't seen in up on the site so here's my version of in Flanders field
In Pelennor fields the poppies blow
between the crosses, row on row,
that mark our place; and in the sky
the larks, still bravely singing, fly
scarce heard amid the clash below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Pelennor fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
we shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Pelennor fields.
In Flanders fields was originally written by Canadian soldier John McCrae. This sort of I guess is for all the soldiers from every country who died defending the world from evil. God bless them. R&R and if you want to see more poems like this let me know.