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Ghost of Flanders Fields
by Jane E PearceMother, I yearn to come home again,
but cannot find the way,
I sleep under crosses row on row,
and roam Flanders Fields by day,
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So long the guns have been stilled,
and yet I linger here, searching
for a home I love, and hearts
I hold so dear.
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My wounds are now closed and healed,
and the poppys taller grow.
Mother lead me out of Flanders Fields,
and the crosses, row on row. 05/29/2005 Author's Note: This is of course inspired by "In Flanders Fields" by John Macrea.
Posted on 05/30/2005
Copyright © 2025 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 05/30/05 at 12:58 PM This gave me the chills, just like the ones I get each time I visit those cemetries. There 's such a special atmosphere standing between those rows of thousands of white crosses. You took me there again! |
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