09/11/2025
In Fields of Red and Silent Grace
In fields of red, where poppies grow,
Beneath the skies, where wild winds blow,
We stand in quiet, hushed and still,
To honor those who paid the bill.
With courage fierce, and hearts so bold,
They marched through fire, through rain and cold,
Young souls who dared, though feared they too,
For freedom’s sake, they saw it through.
Their voices lost to whispered years,
Their laughter gone, replaced by tears,
Yet still they live in memory’s glow,
In every poppy row by row.
The bugle sounds, the silence falls,
Our hearts stand guard by unseen walls,
To thank the brave, the tried, the true,
And promise them: we will renew.
For every year, as autumn fades,
We’ll walk again through solemn glades,
And bow our heads, as nations say:
We remember you, this Remembrance Day.
