Field of Poppies

As the bombs rained down to the ground 
A soldier, killed, without a sound
The soldiers marched on, too tired to care
The guilt on their shoulders too much to bear.

As the sun rose, another day dawning
All the families back home are mourning 
For their husbands, dads, sons now lay dead
In a field of poppies, forever their bed.


Archie
Year 9

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