Nature created a flower,
With petals of brilliant red,
Who’d have thought such a beautiful flower,
Would be used to remember the dead.
For when all the guns had stopped firing,
And there’s only the mud and the rain,
God sends down his little red flowers,
To cover the lads who remain.
So, remember every November,
When we hold our Remembrance Day,
Of the lads who lie neath the poppies,
And the price they had to pay.
We will remember them.
Councillor Dorothy Bowman