Remembrance Day

We wear the Poppy made in Red, to thank the men whose blood has shed. They fought the war for peace and land, lived in mud water and sand. The sound of guns, the sound of screams. A happier time? Only in their dreams. The loss of lives and loyal friends, makes them want a quicker end. The thought of home, kids and wives, gives them strength to keep their lives. Under the dirt lies the blood, of men who fought out of love. Picks a Poppy and lies it down, to bid farewell to the lost and found. So wear the Poppy above your heart, to bid farewell to those who fought.