Poppies, Poppies all around,
Popping up from the ground,
Where soldiers lie forever asleep,
While outside their families weep.
Wartime, wartime, sirens wail,
And navy ships go forth and sail,
While soldiers knowing they will die,
Pray and say their last goodbye.
Go forth, go forth, brave soldiers shout,
And on the field they scurry about,
The ground is stained with warriors blood,
And the bodies sink into the mud.
Goodbye, goodbye, they shout out loud,
And they can fall feeling proud,
For as a hero, they all died,
And safe, proud tears their families cried.
Poppies, Poppies all around,
Popping up from the ground,
Where soldiers lie forever asleep,
While outside their families weep.
22/10/09
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This poem is for rememberance day.
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Comments
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this one was sad and very well done u should be proud
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very good
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Well done Izzey, this is a beautiful tribute to our war dead
I hope your wearing yur poppy with pride...
Take care Aunty Lu x
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