The Poppy

by | Nov 4, 2014 | Poetry | 0 comments

I am a poppy growing in the ground,
There are soldiers all around,
After lots of people have quietly passed on,
I am still red and living on.

I won’t be here for all of time,
But I am a message to mankind,
I am the sign to remember,
Your souls will be here forever.

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