DECORATION DAY
1919
A FIELD IN FRANCE
Nay, to Violets not for
this grassy field.
Nor here do daisy's
shield,
A richer blossom burgeons
here
Whose shinning petals
shall appear
A fitting emblem of the
dead,
And of that precious
blood the shed
In Freedoms sacred name.
Grieve not mothers that
you need not bring
To the graves of your
love, the flowers of spring.
For here the poppies
splendid red
Shall wave above each
soldiers bed,
A host of scarlet flags
that fly
With every wind that
wanders by,
And when the petals fall
And wrap graves in satin
pall
Another boon the poppies
keep
The treasure of a
dreamless sleep.
From the sacred torch
the flame may die
From vanished hand s once
carried high
No broken faith can
stain the deed of these
Who sealed with death
their creed.
For these the glory of
the duty done
The laurel crown of
victory won.
So bloom, fair fields
of France, Today,
for the Mothers Heart's,
so far away.
MABELLE H. PORTER
Abstract: Saturday,
May 30, 1919, Baltimore Sun.
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