A Poppy Grows
A man falls, a poppy grows,
A poppy as red as a rose.
A man falls, a soul sings,
A song as sad as a lost loved one.
A gunshot, a sorrowful family,
A sorrowful family as cold as ice.
A gun shot, a stone in the floor,
A stone in the floor to respect.
A poppy sold, a remembered soul,
A remembered soul, happier now.
A poppy sold, we see,
We see, we remember forever more.
Lest we forget the people that fell,
The people that fell for peace.
Lest we forget the poppies that grew,
The poppies that grew in upturned ground.
Lest we forget.
By Eva McCarthy - age 10
Louise Thornhill
11/11/2023
