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Blood Red Poppies
There's a field far away Let's remember the brave
Where the poppies grow wild Who fought hard but lost
A sea of blood red The poppies run free
Drifting in the breeze In proud memory
They swoop and they swell For those men who fought
Like the mind of a child And then paid at great cost
And the petals that fall For the right of us all
Rest beneath the trees To live and be free
When their season is done So the poppies will pay
There's a blood red grave Their respects every year
It flows on the ground With each blood red petal
Softly melts away Spilling a tear
It beckons respect The hero's who fell
To the soldiers so brave By the lance or the spear
Who fought hard and died Shall always remain
So now here they must stay In our hearts proud and dear
And the poppies will grace Say a prayer in your mind
That same field ever more At the turn of each day
Bowing their heads May the souls of our hero's
In respect for the dead Remain at peace
One can not imagine And ever more keep
The horrors of war Their memories today
So the poppies now pray May they walk with the poppies
By bowing their head And may all wars cease
Jane Shields (C) 2016
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