When the Sun Goes Down

Walking through the autumn leaves Crunching and cracking beneath my heels, A small green stem and bright red petal On a journey to where it will settle, A dozen plaques of names gone by We lay a wreath some may cry, Courageous beings that gave they’re last breath so we could be free from birth till death. 11:11 on the 11th day We hold our poppy together we pray, For what they have give us and what not to repeat A tragic loss from under our feet, A shinny meddle that came with such fear A veteran of the world one trickling tear, A day to remember stood in the wet 3 little words...lest we forget.