Remember me yet though a hundred years have gone
Still here in Flanders while the world has moved on
Nobody left who had spoken my name
Still here in Flanders, still just the same
Still just 19 as I was when I left
Still cursing war and the violence and theft
Theft of the lives of young men such as I
Still here in Flanders and still don’t know why
They buried me here for ‘twas here that I fell
Amongst all the mud and the bullet and shell
No going home for us heroes of war
Still here in Flanders on this foreign shore
Rows of white crosses remember our lives
No more our mothers or lovers or wives
Strangers now come so see where we lay
Still here in Flanders to this very day
Poppies now grow where the battle once raged
Each one recalling a life never aged
Remember me yet though a hundred years gone
Still here in Flanders while the world has moved on
I loved this poem. Well done Chris Ross to write such a moving poem. The poet laureate could learn something from you. I read hers today and thought it was quite dire.