So long ago, the soldiers fell, A raging war we cannot tell. In our hearts, they each will dwell, The poppies will tell us that all is well.
Fighting, hurting, to reach this day, For what is now, we thank and pray. For laughing children, happy and gay, In memories from us, they will always lay.
So for this, we wear a single red flower, That show they died for what's rightfully ours. How they lost their numbers, hour by hour, Their loyalty was, indeed, a great power.
So long ago, the soldiers fell, A raging war we cannot tell. In our hearts, they each will dwell, The poppies will tell us that all is well.
~I won 1st place in a poetry contest with this, and I thought I'd share with you~