A Remembrance poem simply named, "The Poppy"

The flower of remembrance,
A poppy red and bold,
Growing in profusion,
Where lives for peace were sold.

Their scarlet heads bow and sway,
Upon a breeze of dreams,
Please God don't let us pay again,
So dear for bad men's schemes.

They sway their heads from side to side,
A delicate scarlet ballet,
Their beauty spreading out to hide,
Scars of a war-torn valley.

Blooming brightly year on year,
These flowers never fail,
To bring our memories flooding back,
To the Remembrance Poppy trail.

Written by Bernadette Jackson, Leeds.

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