Thanks, so much, Janet, for starting this. Here is a standard English rondeau:
"In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae:
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead; short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high!
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Not exactly Wilfred Owen, but it does employ the form to make an actual poem rather than just an exercise (an easy trap to fall into).
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