The poppy blooms o’er many a grave
Of all the souls that we could not save
Colored red like blood that heroes gave
That our emblem might forever wave !
My heart does flutter with every thought
My throat goes dry and my voice gets caught
And for all the sadness war has brought
You’d think we’d accept that lesson taught.
For the time we’ve left, we must demand
That the world we know need take a stand
And plant red poppies across the land
Reminding all that peace is at hand !
Claire V. Bogdanos 