Poppies cover the field
Like a blanket for the dead,
They mark their scorched souls,
As they lie in their dusty bed.

They stain the field red
Like the blood of the expired,
They rage across the field
As did the sick and tired.

They keep the remembrance
As the soldiers kept the country,
They fought so hard
As their men were killed bluntly.

They died today, so we could live tomorrow.
Wear a poppy and remember them.