Poppies ©

Tempted to pick poppies
She filled a vase
Taking colour into the room

The petals wilted… like burst balloons
Paper thin they shrivelled
Closed too soon in death

Leave these glories
Where they grow
Nature knows best

We took the poppy
To wear on our breast
To remember “The Best”

The Somme was alien soil
Young men fell and fell
Blood red poppies grew