Once A Soldier Poem by Silence Dogood

I once was a soldier.
On a battlefield of red.
Strewn with the bodies.
Of the dying and the dead.

I fought for the freedom.
For which we all craved.
But still fell wounded.
And was sent to my grave.

But from where I was buried.
A red flower grew.
Between the white crosses.
On the earth I once knew.

This red flower, a poppy.
Would be worn on our breast.
A sign of remembrance.
Held close to our chest.

And for all the soldiers.
Strewn beneath Flanders Fields.
This red flower of remembrance.
Would become the new shield

And all would not worry.
Of what we had lost.
The family and friends.
That payed debt to our cost.

For when the war ended.
And our deeds had been done.
All we'd have left.
Would be a flag and our gun.

But the poppy would remember.
For the years we can't attend.
That a long time ago.
You were people to defend.

So wear your poppy.
Wear it pround and strong.
Cause we were once soldiers.
Who battled all wrongs.