Remember remember ,
the eleventh of November.
How the poppy's grow on Tyre Cot,
They will never be forgot.
They fought for their country and for its future.
Many were lost,
Many turned to frost.
Bombs where thrown,
Injured would groan.
The rush of adrenaline,
Many wouldn't see their kin.
Soldiers a many vanished.
Others scorched to dust,
Most faught till dusk.
We will remember the lost the forgotten .
A/n I hope you enjoyed this poem I made.
Love you guys for reading this
-Joar. Xx
