As the wind blew through the field,
The flowers waved bitterly in the cool, crisp air,
They wave in sorrow around the crosses,
Oh how they wave in sorrow all through their days.
The crosses stand firmly in the cruel, cold wind.
Where they stand is where there fell a soldier,
And forever in Grim’s Field they lie,
They fought for us, and they died for us in battle they did,
As they fell form the wounds or shots they bared,
For us they made us free,
For us they did a great deed.
By Alexis Kage
Our forefathers fought for this land,
They shed their blood for us.
And to think they can see,
What happened to the land they so nobly fought for they would be ashamed.
Ashamed of how we ruined this land
Ashamed on how we ruined the constitution and it’s meaning.
And also ashamed on how the freedom they so dearly fought for,
Is slipping away…..
A rose for you
A rose for me,
Maybe one for mother
Or for the queen
It’s petals red like crimson,
Or red as blood or not quit so,
It’s stem covered with thorns,
To protect the soft heart inside,
The one flower that shows a story within.