We'Ll Meet Again Poem by Gabriella Hart

I stand here waiting
for you to take me home.
But ive been here for days
and here i stand alone.

With each passing day and sunset
reminds me of the days.
That you used to take me out to the poppy fields,
in the late summer haze.

My sadness grows each day,
like the poppys that they lay.
In the fields all around,
silence is the only sound.

I will wait here till the end of time
untill you give me the sign.
So that you are coming back home,
so i dont stand here alone.