HI I wrote this poem after seeing "Flaunders" in France,all the white crosses of those that had died in the war,made me realise the tradgedy and sadness of all wars that have been fought,since time almost began and i wrote this.

We are the old ones,we are kept in the shade
Where the flowers grow amongst the glade
Is there any hope for us,will we be saved
Among the flowers that grow in the glade.

Where is the time of many summers before
Why have they gone,do we really want more
"No we don't,"we cry,"take that away"
"We need no more of life's summer day"

We "shudder",as we think of the autumn rise
So many back then,we heard their cries
For the new born babies in that land of fears
For the Autumn was so unkind in those rustic years
So many newborn,so many tears

We are the old ones,we heard them shout
Of freedom,in that winter about
The newborns had grown with strength of time
They defended the lands,it was no crime

Do not condem the ages of old
For we were gallant,brave and bold
In the darkest winters of snow and cold

We look to the sky,spring is now about
The newborns are coming, to hear about
The old ones that are kept in the shade
Where the flowers grow amongst the glade


love and god bless  love juditha