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As I look across the field I see the blood red carpet, As petals sway in the mid-day sun Listen to their attractive sound. As I run through the field, I feel their warm velvet petals Brush against my bare – skin. In my soul I remember the men, Brave and muddy. I still...

The Trenches with their banks of mud and rotten wood, Barbed wire stained and rusted With the blood of the innocent, Trembles with the vibration of fresh explosions. Then there’s the mud, Churned up by wave after agonising wave of shellfire, And torrential rain. Men...

The meandering Thames flows through the cities midst, Lapping gently against the shore. Beside Tower Bridge, in the castle’s moat, A commemoration to lives, lost in the harshest of wars. It is one hundred years since the start of the conflict, And the four year long...

As 11 o' clock strikes the field is full of silence. No-one surrounding me I want to go back home I can't, the dead are stopping me. Now that I'm alone I don't feel so brave I want to turn around but I don't feel strong enough, but I don't feel brave enough Can I sit...

A sea of red serene and mellow, Another life lost, another fellow, Years have passed yet we shall not forget, The sacrifice made so we can live, yet... Many don't know what the poppy stands for, Why we planted the thousands in the Tower floor, Why their life they gave...

For this day is marked on the 11th of November, to observe the end of the First World War. To remember heroes past and gone, and to recall their stories from before. And heads are bowed, and silence observed, for we remember our bravest of the brave, whom fought...