Your Poem; RED POPPIES.
Be it at sea, in the air, or on land, These brave people, at their officer''s command, Did not think of the horrors ahead, So now today we honour the dead, And remember those who will never grow old, We remember those people who were so bold, As into battle they did go, the consequences they did know, That they may never return to face another day, But they will be remembered in every way, With poppy wreathes laid and services said, To honour the fallen, to honour the dead, Who without their bravery we would not live the lives we do, For you will always be remembered and may God Bless you.
Sandra Nairen, Gateacre
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|Publication:||Liverpool Echo (Liverpool, England)|
|Date:||Oct 29, 2013|
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