A wondrous pastoral scene
Green fields and
meadows
Woodland and hedgerows
Unchanged for
centuries
A beautiful place, a
safe place
Then came war’s unkind
caress
Which swept away the
green
Repainted the pastoral
scene
In shades of brown
And turned everything
to mud
Tree trunks devoid of
branches
Stood like rows of
rotted teeth
In the mouth of hell
The fetid stench of
detritus
Filled the air
All this did Flanders
endure
The blood, the mud,
the tears
For four long years
Now another kinder
hand
Has touched the land
And colour has
returned
From the paint box of
peace
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