Poppies they say adieu, goodbye, <br />men fought, yet did not want to die, <br />Poppies were tossing, waving free, <br />as war took lives so poignantly. <br /> <br />Poppies upstanding, boldly grow, <br />youth enlisted but did not know, <br />Poppieswould represent such pain, <br />that they would never forget the slain. <br /> <br />Poppies beautiful, fresh and new, <br />All one bright colour, flawless hue, <br />Poppies petals see where they land, <br />upon a face, an arm or a hand. <br /> <br />Poppies vibrant, stunningly red, <br />softly surround each silent head, <br />Poppies fragile, dainty and neat, <br />guard the space around their feet. <br /> <br />Poppies carpeting the hard ground, <br />where the marching of boots resound, <br />Poppies whose wind blown seas of blood, <br />captured them like a mighty flood. <br /> <br />Poppies tell of their dreams long lost, , <br />we hear their names, we count the cost. <br />Poppies bring tears as we recall, <br />our loved ones parted from us all. <br /> <br />Poppies they say goodbye, adieu, <br />men fought for me, they fought for you. <br />Those tossing poppies, waving free, <br />mean remembrance to you and me. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright. Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poppies/
