Poppy

poppy...

 o petal face,

of bloodstain red

that rose from

opium graveyard bed

to honour the fallen

and the dead

barely men, as yet...

..and each november

i'll remember

within, a deep and

blackened core

like hearts, that

chose to settle scores

conceiving death

by birthing war

without regret...

...and each november

i'll remember

stand bold upon

your strong green stem

just like courageous

servicemen

whose sacrifice
gave hope again

and paid our debt...

...so each november

i'll remember

blow freedom winds

sow poppy seeds

that we today

pause and take heed

of valiant acts

and heroic deeds

lest we forget...
...so each november

i'll remember

wear a poppy today...

and remember