A Poppy for Edward

A Poppy for Edward by CH
Where fields of grass and poppies grow
the summer wind through tall trees does blow
and soaring larks high skywards fly
'tis in this land you now lie.
Where once the crazy hand of man
brought death and destruction across the land
Where shouts of death midst the battle cry
'tis in this land you now lie.
Where muddy boot in rain filled trench
and heavens rain each man did drench
Where mortally wounded gave last sigh
'Tis in this land you now lie.

Yet though the ground hides mortal remain
after battle hell and battle pain
yet no sign does it reveal
of the young Englishman who used to feel
the way we feel and shout and talk
the way he breathed and ran and walked
for now in quiet French countryside
he sleeps with comrades side by side.

To you Edward yearly a Poppy grows
given by God to one he knows
for your grave is lost and can never be found
while you sleep below this foreign ground.
Now your name shines high on the Thiepval Tower
and way below grows your Poppy flower.