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Your Poem; RED POPPIES.

Red poppies in the fields do grow, We will remember them, they will always know, That their bravery has certainly not been in vain, The memories of their loved ones will always remain. Whether it be in conflict of present day or past, The horror of war is one that will last Of loved ones lost as their duty's done, In the line of battle be it lost or won.

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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Title Annotation:Letters
Publication:Liverpool Echo (Liverpool, England)
Date:Oct 29, 2013
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