Poem 1

From the gun to the bullet

to the man to the ground

to the blood-stained poppies all around

here in Flander’s Fields.

Poem 2

It must have been hard

to see your friends fall

in the fields, all in all

But when the battle is done

We’ll go away

but leave the fallen

here to say, in Flander’s Fields.

~ The Steeb, 2007.

In loving memory of Grenville Stanley, George Kierstead, and Paul Walsh.