I'm in a field of poppies,
Watching them as they blow,
The wind swiftly blows between them,
As they stand proudly in a row.
A Marked cross stands beside each poppy,
With a name of a soldier killed,
Fighting for his country,
Fighting for free will.
When a war had caused destruction,
Bringing an end to many lives,
The graceful inspiring poppy,
Was the only thing to have survived.
The poppy found its way to sunlight,
Bringing with it colour and hope and life.
To the soldiers who were still in battle,
Giving them strength to go on and fight.
So every year we stand in silence,
With our symbol of respect and pride,
We remember our fallen hero's,
Who stood and fought side by side.