Poppy poem

The least we forget

Poppies poppies came to pay, as we celebrate   ANZAC day,

Soldiers fell like a feather,

Poppys raised in bad weather.

Poppies grew,

families cried,

They run,

in the night sky,

their Blood falls,

There graves represented,

On the mud floors,

There days have ended.

They fall we rise,

We all apologize.

But when the day ends

We will remember them