Our Soldiers.

Up on the battlefield, strewn about,
Lies the shattered dreams of soldiers.

Up there, there upon the ridge,
Mud flying, people too,
Lie the bodies of the soldiers.

But down in the trenches cold,
Huddles a group of men,
Freezing cold, soaked through,
They are our soldiers.

Of course that was years ago,
A terrible war, across the globe,
That ravaged the land where poppies now grow
They are the heroes,
Our soldiers.