Yon Poppied pastures❤️

E’re amongst those poppied pastures, over hills and yonder glen.. lies buried, bloody battled heroes, rest in peace Oh gallant men..

There they trudged thru muddy trenches, deafened by the combat cries..millions mourned the loss of soldiers, destiny doomed their demise..Fathers, brothers, sons and uncles ne’er forgotten amidst our memories..as millions more blood red Poppies shall salute world wars for centuries...

Oh how pretty are yon Poppies, delcately blowing betwixt a breeze, remembering those that fought to save us when our world was ill at ease..Sleep the big sleep Oh fearless fighters, slumber on through winds and rain..We will always commemorate your courage, your ruination was ne’er in vain...