For there it sits that poppy,
Remembering those who went.
A wonderful Beauty it looks,
But the meaning is as horrific as ever.
Red is for blood shed of those who died,
And green is for those who fought.
A poppy we shall wear,
upon out clothes to remember those.
I wear my poppy in pride,
It shall be a joy to remember those,
as it is sadness for them who died.
If there was one thing i could say,
I'd say "Thank you, for making this day,