From the redness of the petals
to the greenness at my feet,
The poppies are so beautiful,
In the winter, in the sleet.

Each poppy was just perfect
with petals, stems and roots.
Stepping in between them,
Just missing them with my boots.

Nothing can grow in no-man’s land
which makes the poppy so special.
Support the soldiers whose lives were lost,
Remembering this is essential.