I walk among the poppies
Each one is a story of
Valour
Heroism
Death
Lives were taken far from
Home,
Never to see the smiles of
Family,
To exhale a last breath in an
Unfamiliar land,
A generation fell, never to experience
What life was meant to give
Happiness,
Love,
Memories,
So cruelly taken away,
They are the hero's
Of old
Let us not forget there noble
Sacrifices
For those that fell, created
What our lives are to day,
The poppies are red
Soaked up from the fallen upon the land,
We pay respect to
Each
Solders
Life
That paves the way for freedom
That we have each and every day.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
I walk among the poppies
Each one is a story of
Valour
Heroism
Death
Lives were taken far from
Home,
Never to see the smiles of
Family,
To exhale a last breath in an
Unfamiliar land,
A generation fell, never to experience
What life was meant to give
Happiness,
Love,
Memories,
So cruelly taken away,
They are the hero's
Of old
Let us not forget there noble
Sacrifices
For those that fell, created
What our lives are to day,
The poppies are red
Soaked up from the fallen upon the land,
We pay respect to
Each
Solders
Life
That paves the way for freedom
That we have each and every day.
