Falling Poppies

• Noah Cousins, Grade 6k
• Short Story
• 2015

Falling Poppies
As our falling poppies grow row after row
We are dead short days ago, as we sleep in peace.
I will always remember how my allies and I fought the battle.
Now we lay in the field of glorious red poppies.
In the battle I killed a man that had to kids,
I feel so bad and ashamed I will always remember that fight.
I’m sharing this poem because this is the first poem I have written this year and it shows I have improved with my word choice and effort editing my writing.
What do you think of it?