Poppies on the Battle Field

Poppies On The Battle Field,                                                                            The Field Where Many Were Killed.

Those Who Have Fallen                                                                                        Listen To The Mourners.

Who Respect In Those Who Have Gone,                                                         Respect Them With The Silent Tongue.

Circle Of Poppies,                 

Circle Of life

Poppies on the Battle Field,                                                                                  Keep In Memory, Those Who Are Concealed.

(This poem isn't very good because I normally write stories and I am not very good a poetry)

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