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As day breaks through wind and rain We form a line on rough terrain To face a foe we'll never know, we will fall and die where poppies now grow. Remember us the chosen ones The lads the dads and someone's sons Be not sad just be glad Knowing we gave all we had. As you...

Every poppy is a person, Every poppy is a man, Almost all are under thirty, Death, not their intended plan. Every poppy is a person, Which one ‘s Sam?, They look the same, Each red poppy head blown open, All alike, but each alone. Every poppy stands unmoving, Stalk...

A moat of red, lives spent and gone Poppies salute in the midday sun. Standing proud and full of life Remembering those who died in strife. Voices whisper in their midst Of loved ones wanting to be kissed. Not forgotten life must go on They are the rock that we stand...

Yesterday I thought back to the week I spent away. A week in which I had a wreath of poppies I had to lay. I was there to remember a lady, who had sacrificed her life, A wonderful, loving mother, my soul mate and my wife. Before that Sunday morning, I had some time to...

One hundred years ago may seem a very long time to some, In fact, one hundred years ago was the Battle of the Somme. The men of our country signed up willingly to lend a hand, Not knowing this would be their Death Certificate as they headed for No Mans Land. Why did...

At 11am the nation stood still To honour, recall and remember A silent and static emotional thrill As always this day in November. Our site all stood still on the nineteenth floor Remembering every soldier In respect of our relatives and many more 75 of us shoulder to...