November fumed with poppies here,
remember Veterans everywhere.
Why O why must we wait so long
to give tribute in word and song.
May bugles sound loud in a celebration
all soldiers deserve our utmost appreciation.
Let the departed rest in tranquil sleep
those left behind, long tears do weep.
Red pressed sedum lines a garden row
but in Flanders fields our poppies grow.
Blood red flowers live in autumn peace
where a world war has long since ceased.
Ahh but poppies will never fade away,
always we’ll remember that saddened day.
We bear within our heart and soul,
all of our Veterans, young and old.
Memories of relatives who lost their lives,
in sorrow we lost husbands and wives.
World War 1 and 2 have come and gone,
In Vietnam our tears grew fiercely long.
We stand free men and women today
for the Veterans who have passed away.
And those who stand still to remember
we stand with them this month of November.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Nov.16/15
I stand with them but not with the evil bastards who sent them in under false pretenses nice write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
most of them who lost their lives knows not the reason for what they strive beautiful rhythm and rhyme thanks Melvina