We shall always remember

Where blood was spilled,

and tears wept,

whilst, at home in beds,

others slept.

Deep from the trenches

came cries of pain,

as  soldiers died,

day by day.

shot dead, or wounded?

it was hard to say,

if it was worse,

to have to live with the pain.

Yet these sacrafices,

were not in vain,

let us be grateful,

for the price they paid.


Where birds sing

and a river flows.

Songs of freedom, shall always ring

Wherever a single poppy grows.

The End

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