Poppy Red in Valour
By Bob Scott
The Poppy Red In Valour – Was not always so!
Poppies of stems fragile and thin
In field after field did grow.
A magic carpet of red.
As far as the eye could see.
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Dancing in the wind like a fan changing colour
One moment bright red for you to see,
Next as our dark under belly now on show
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Changed by the wind direction so fierce.
But in our scarlet uniform did stand proud.
As shoulder to shoulder we resisted the force
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Soon after a different story we had to tell.
As under foot we were trampled to death.
Thousands upon thousands of boots did pass overhead.
In our fields where once we proudly stood.
Bent and withered we became! Fields mass of destruction.
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Years later Peace arrived to our fields.
Time to rise again to Honour those who had died
Out came our Best Scarlet Uniform.
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Bigger - Bolder stronger than ever.
But?
Could we match those Number’s.
That once stood Shoulder to Shoulder in these fields.
SO REMEMBER THE DEAD!
WE ARE THEIR SYMBOL DRESSED IN RED.
Poppies of stems fragile and thin
In field after field did grow.
A magic carpet of red.
As far as the eye could see.
____________________________________________
Dancing in the wind like a fan changing colour
One moment bright red for you to see,
Next as our dark under belly now on show
____________________________________________
Changed by the wind direction so fierce.
But in our scarlet uniform did stand proud.
As shoulder to shoulder we resisted the force
_______________________________________________
Soon after a different story we had to tell.
As under foot we were trampled to death.
Thousands upon thousands of boots did pass overhead.
In our fields where once we proudly stood.
Bent and withered we became! Fields mass of destruction.
______________________________________________
Years later Peace arrived to our fields.
Time to rise again to Honour those who had died
Out came our Best Scarlet Uniform.
_____________________________________________
Bigger - Bolder stronger than ever.
But?
Could we match those Number’s.
That once stood Shoulder to Shoulder in these fields.
SO REMEMBER THE DEAD!
WE ARE THEIR SYMBOL DRESSED IN RED.
Poem © Bob Scott 2014.
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