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.