#poppys
Enlisted they were mostly lads so young,
sent off to war as songs from Vera were sung,
Young miss Ashwell started it all so well,
across europe ****** was giving them hell.
A century has now come and gone by,
Yet the memories of those brave won't die.
Through the wintery cold and icy rain,
Each soldier battled hard so many suffered in pain.
They ask us why do we remember our brave,
Wreaths of poppy's are laid on the unknown soldiers grave.
Today as I write this tribute to those brave,
Another young soldier is put to his grave.
When or will it all ever come to an end,
Fighting in another war another country to defend.
(c) Grant Dickson 01/11/2018
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
Daisy remind me of when i
sleep
A reminence of a more peaceful place
A world created from what we bury to deep
A good way to hide whats
truely on the face
But the problem with daisys is there the same as dreams
They die maybe in a few years or even a few days
Reviling the demons and what they mean
Poppies remind me of the war thats been
The hidding of a horrible tradgerdy and the millions it destroys
The mothers and fathers who will Miss there teens
Just to protect the rich's
choir boy
Popies remind me of a world of war
And the millions of people distraught
Roses remind me of
society
Beautiful on top with thorns underneath
Rips at your skin just to pull you down, with gravity
Picked from the crowed slowly destroyed to make someone else care free
Roses reminded me of society destroying you slowly till your unseen
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 7:46 AM UTC