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For the Fallen In Flanders Field - Original
Famished and flagging footsoldiers; formerly fitters and farmers. Facing fatigue, fitful fever, faeces and foul, foetid fungi. Fostering feelings, frustrated, for this faraway, foreign field. Forsaking fissures and furrows, forced forwards with fleetness of foot. Firearms flash and fragments fly far, feigning the firmament aflame. Fighting so fierce and ferocious, fratricide set free on this field. Fuelled by freedom, nay, falsehood; for their fellows and friends, foremost. Forays so fraught with fine failure, fatally fettered from the first. Forged by such fatuous fawners, focus firmly fixed on this field. Forfeiting furtive and fiendish, fulfilment was falsely forecast. Fate flexes her fickle fingers, future’s foretold and foreshadowed. Faustian favours forthcoming, for folly to feud for a field. Families of fine forefathers, fought fiercely, for fear we’d forget. Forthright and filial feelings, forgo fun and frivolity. Familiar flora forms focus, for the fallen in Flanders Field. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 8 syallables on every line (www.howmanysyllables.com) November 2018 (This is my original / extended version) I wanted to do something special - and a bit different - to mark the centenary of the end of The Great War (11 November 1918). This poem is dedicated to all the brave souls lost defending freedom during that terrible conflict (and all conflicts since).
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