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Poppy For A Soldier

Poppy For A Soldier

From the first world war to the latest one

Millions of men, women and children have died

But millions more have been left to suffer

These are the ones, help has been denied

Fields full of bright red poppies standing tall

Where once men at arms stood and fought the war

Many have no rest place for kin to grieve

Others have been left to suffer for sure

So each Remembrance Day is important

We should all wear our Poppies with great pride

For many people lost their lives for us

We should be grateful that we were all allied

Now it`s our turn to give something back

To help an injured soldier in much need

Encourage, guide, support and care for each one

Be there in their hour of pain, guaranteed

So all red poppies is significant

Each one represents a soldier that fell

So this year wear your poppy with respect

As we honour our service personnel.

© Lissie Bull 2013

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Devon La Porte

Now that is thankful, good write Lissie I feel the love and appreciation in this. Well done. I appreciate the service from all veterans. My Love and Respect.

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