Now the skylark fly's over Flanders fields ,

The nightingales sings to each other ,

Cows mooing contentedly as they graze ,

Wheat , barley gently wave in the gentle wind ,

Potatoes grow fat ,

Fruit trees branches heavy with apples and pears ,

Juicy sweet strawberries grow in lines , ready for picking ,

Ready fore eaten right now ,

The fields about what they were intended fore ,

Horses trained to carry riders of all ages , to jump low ,

Fences at a canter ,

Lovers caress in Flanders fields ,

As they should have long long ago

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Poet

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Written on 2011-09-02 at 21:41

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Stephen Jay
It was a deep journey into the pain and blood of the battleground, where young souls perished. I was most moved by its flow and words.

If only all battlefields had healing on them and never war again.

What a stunning poem Ken . . . given the chance Nature heals even scarred battlefields with an abundance of new life, both renewing and consecrating the land to its true purpose, healing from our desecration of it.