Remembrance poem by Summer

Through the mud


Through the trenches they ran and ran for their lives ,

A bullet shot a soldier dies ,

There they lay in the mud when the Sky’s are grey and their families wait and pray,

While their spirits fade away,

A poppy grows that very same day .


A bomb falls

A heart breaks behind the walls,

Another woman cries as another soldier dies.

A gun drops so do those that fight in the war,

Their fingers sore ,

They still carry on,

The families miss them more and more,

As their waiting at the door,

Even those that are poor,

All the soldiers big or small are risking giving up their all .

All the soldiers come together to remember those that always endeavour.


Poppy’s Poppy’s you should know what ever the weather grow,grow,grow.

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