The Red Poppy
The barren trees swayed
in the fall breeze
the moon cast shadows
on leafless branches
giving them life like features
the forest became spooky
as shadows danced about
the sound of gurgling water
traveled over the distance
it became the only sound
heard in the night
only the moonlight
guided them on their way
in the stillness of the night
they would have to sneak
into enemy territory
one broken snap of a twig
could make them aware
silence was of importance
they skirted among the trees
surrounded the enemy encampment
capturing them without a shot
we now wear red poppies
to brave soldiers of the past
so we never forget
the lives lost in war.
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