Monday 4 May 2015

My flander's field poem

In Flanders Field the poppies blow through the wind row on row they mark our cross and the sky like the war was once upon a time .


We hear the larks singing in the tree's above the shooting gun's .

 By katelynn ford 
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  1. Unknown4 May 2015 at 10:40

    I think i put alot of work into my flanders field poem

    from katelynn ford

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  2. Unknown17 May 2015 at 20:33

    Great Job on your poem Katelynn! From Katelynns Dad

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