Take me o'er the sea, to where the poppies grow, <br />They are the guarding sentinels, row on row, <br />Saluting, in their crimson jackets, they stand, <br />As if they are mourning the fallen, hand in hand. <br /> <br />(2010)<br /><br />Helena Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembrance-day-11-11/
