The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-05-30
MY VERSION OF FLANDERS FIELDS

(Tn honor of a buddy who is sleeping therc)
 Spring comes to you who sleep iu death
 Amid wars chilling after-brcath
 In Flanders Fields
 Above the larks of peace fly high
 Clouds drop their mist they sweep by
 In Flanders Fields
 The rocks of hate give you wide berth
 You sleep in consecraed esrth
 In Flanders Fields
 The rustng eassons silhouette.
 Cleans through the veil you can't forget
 In Flanders Fields
 Red peoples glow like blood at morn
 White stand to welcome dawn.
 In Flanders Fields
 pilgrim trekking from afar,
 Kneels low. l golden
 In Flanders Fields
 Sleep fast sleep sweet. for God above,
 Anonts you with ethereal love,
 In Flanders Fields
 May who carry be brave,
 Remembering the life you gave
 In Flanders Fields
 Memorial day No preaching Not for this The ideas pae For years have sweltered in their own precipitation telling generations unborn of the siories that sorfy the soldier Mola.'e' and taAy Sol diers didn't think of going into action And with the hor frost of death hand have been known call for the eolors Soldering big business. job And soldiers in the role of big business and obbers haven't for the pink lemonade stuff that mark the so-ealed gavanng Spell binders What good is an euogy in hand and brick bat in the other Soldiers take of their dead and when called upon speak generally make short snppy Only rhetorical civilians pull the blood and thunder stuff amid the shnes of Memorial day Nauseains always has been soldier is do job and he does it. If he comes back, all well and good If he doesnt there's an economic loss not rhetorical one So why the year after of spins English the folds of the flag. English that doesnt thing the lads who have marched up to the guns and away from them flag grave. Fine poed plant Fine prayer to the God of fathers, Fine The heritage of dead soldies thing and their souls another Here they died There they live The price of call it. Hardly The price of peace For those who live in the almond shadows of today Give the soldier his due Memorial day flag his grave, potd plant somewhere the blowng mound But words that smell of hypocrisy end rhe tora boopngs that reflect the schooling of the speaker Vahala has for verbal pettings It the record of the dead soldier the bbogaphy of the live spouter . Give safe and Memorial day. the safe and Fourth of July God knows the dead soldier The march of memory The great heart of Woodrow Wilson has long struck twelve and stopped The eyes that burned like anthracite have into the sareophagu of time But those of wbo Wilson here thirteen years ago today cherish fes greatest memories It the American cemetery Suresnes that Wilson spoke Memorial day, 19l9 Sleeping, almost his scholastic finger tips Tanks of the A. E. F. The buck private and the officer lay sether Death the great dvor eliminates rank It beautiful day, remember it. The shone down Suresn and gened the white standing The presidents speech usual classic But line stuck the me It sticks In voice that vibrated with great emotions Woodrow Wilson, turning the white said. "We proud be made of such stuff re- peat. we proud be made of such stuff. It Memorial day. when soldiers get lowered phrases Phrases they neither remember) But this platiude The man who had them the speaker. The great mind balance of world made declaration field dead We proud be made of such stuff" like the word stuff" Call it slang if you wil anything your little heart desires But stood in Sur that day. just from the city of Paris with high dgn ar of many nations present. Woodrow Wilson had paid the American soldier his greatest tribute. The stuff of which he is made publicly udd The president proud of such stuff Many have since that eventual the hillside at Sunes Woodrow Wilson has sodd home glory be with the boys who exhibited the stuff that made him proud But Memorial day. elect recall this particular incident in honor 900 American soldiers who fell in France In that day puddle of mine We had shaken outside of Paris He along the ParMetz highway join sanitary few hours after he hit the ine his ticket through and he joined the voyageur outward bound learned the details days later We had soldiercd down His the heart of eonqutador democracy grded for battle. And President Wilson spoke these words We proud made of such stuf seemed bnedon for that buddy of mine sleeping within sound of the presidents voice. And close this column tonight. may pay tribute great the Gold Star Mother Memorial day her is ghosed with She has service flag with of gold hanging window of her heart Night and day. through changing the flag tells her the she gave But smile of resignation that has marked her face for years visible God gives and God takes blessed be the of the Lod In poetry this Gold Star mother speaks you this evening. And poetry after all is the meter of life.
 He sleeps where blood red peoples blow.
 Mid standing
 Larks fly. but the wings of peace.
 Clouds sail monitors of peace
 My soldier sleeps
 He sleeps where night winds lullabye, And look down. question why.
 Small that tells The price he paid