Poppies grow on the bitter fields
Where blood was spilled and men were slaughtered
Where our loved-ones fought with weapon and shield,
The face they had from the work was contorted.
Sweat dripped as blood and tears spilled,
To save us, was their loving oath,
To keep our hearts free and filled,
But for that some were killed,
So to them, the brave and the bold, the live and the well, the dead and the old,
I give a toast of rememberance on the 11th day of the 11th.
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Remeberance Day
PoetryA poem about remebering those who fought in World War 1, those who are alive or dead.
