Poppy Bright

I wear my coloured bit
of courage,

I display it filled
with pride, for

all those brave young
soldiers

who lived, fought and
died.

I mean out on the
battle-front, in Iraq,

Afghanistan and all,
my poppy says my

tribute, it speaks
such volumes but yet its

so very kind of small.

Look too, always see
my poppy shining

bright, right there
upon my chest and think

of a brave hero, he's
the one I call the best.

My son is the kind of
soldier who marches

to a war, he fights
for pure freedom , like all

the other heroes who
have also gone before.

Quietly, as I cherish
the poppy, comes a

warmth inside to
thrill, I start counting days

and long for his
return, then I know it's time

to pray to God he
will. Amen.