Poppies Poem by Adam Redfern
Poppies
Poppies of blood stain the earthen floor,
In memory of those that are no more,
Thousands of poppies, all so red,
One for each person that's now dead.
War-red poppies line the ground,
All is quiet; not a sound
They deserve to live again
Through these tiny poppies they live.
And so, in this month, we give
A blood red poppy,
And so, through this field, we'll always remember.
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