Take this poppy
Soaked with memories
Of fallen sons
Of lost daughters
Of battles long since over
And pin it to your breast
That it may pierce your heart
And spark a fire
Deep within your soul
To end the misery
That comes from war
And rips out our hearts
And forces tears from our eyes
And gives nothing but sorrow.
Take this poppy
And weave it through
The wreath you will lay
On the memorial for those
Who sacrificed so much
So we can live
With the freedoms
We so enjoy
And, all too often,
Take for granted
But for which we are thankful
And must show our gratitude
More than those rare occasions
Scattered throughout the year.
Take this poppy
And hold it dear
Though the colour may fade
And the petals fall
Because it is all I have
That I can give
To remember those soldiers,
Those high flying pilots
Those naval combatants
Whose names can be found
Etched on monuments
And shines and memorials
That no name should appear on
But too many do.
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