A Century of Learning

Flanders: Summer 1920 The summer zephyr softly grooms The golden ripening barley field Makes gentle waves of feathered plumes And earth by nature’s hand is healed Mere two years since these fields were torn The bland mild landscape ripped and stained Dark gashes scarred the growing corn And blood splashed red the fertile plain Now scarlet poppies dash the sward And sway as in bucolic hay Thus all is peace in sweet accord The lesson learned, we’ll not replay The war to end all wars has schooled The nations hence by peace be ruled