THE POPPY

Nature created a flower,
With petals of brilliant red.
Who’d have thought such a beautiful flower
Would be used to remember the dead.
For when all the guns have stopped firing, and there’s only the mud and the rain,
God sends down His little red flowers
To cover the lads who remain.
So remember every November,
When we hold our Remembrance day
Of the lads who lie ‘neath the Poppies
And the price that they had to pay.

Anon