REMEMBER. Remember the fallen remember the dead, remember the poppies,remember the red, men and boys both so brave and so bold, world wars that denied them chance to grow old. In fields so very far away they saw their last day, their bodies at rest still lay, under grass,earth, stone, and clay. Poppies such a vivid velvet red, weeping for the wounded and the dead. softly fluttering on the breeze brave soldiers are now at ease. History their story has told how they will never grow old, world wars one and two because of them, there is freedom for me and you.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 21:39:07 +0000
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