A Poppy Red Poem by caroline ferguson

To day my flower is red
As I mourn the war time dead
So brave so young some bodies sons
They gave there all they answered the call
They fought for me so I could be free
Long time ago but still we show
Just how we feel there pain was real
The fear the dread as they walk through
the fields of red the loss of comrades
The loss of friends each day there
hardship never ends
I have heard the tales from old soldiers past
The horror of the years as long as it lasts
The hardship that they went through to
Give us freedom and a life anew
So to day I will wear my poppy red to remember
I am living because so many brave young men are dead