Poems (Vadlan)/Heroes

by Elaine Vadlan

For works with similar titles, see Heroes.

HEROES

There are men, now far away,
In the Flanders field to-day,
Who are heroes. What are you?
They are giving all they own
For the love of freeman's home,
And they're dying gladly for it.
Noble lads!

There are men, across the blue,
Who are noble-hearted, true,
Who are heroes. What are you?
They are holding up the flag
For they know it must not drag
And they're dying gladly for it.
Noble lads!

There are men, in pain and sorrow,
Who will look on no to-morrow:
Who are heroes. What are you?
They have broken the barriers down,
While their comrades still fight on,
And they're dying gladly for it.
Noble lads!

There are men, with upturned faces
Who have run in life's last races;
Who are heroes. What are you?
They have fought for freedom's glory.
They have bled for love's sweet story,
And they re spirits soaring o'er it.
Noble lads!