Lest We Forget

• Hannah Narrier, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2016

Poppies are Red,
The sky is Blue,
When we lose a soldier one always comes new,
Their strong never weak but just a little bit,
They seem to keep,
A part in their heart,
Hidden very deep,
Were they don’t show much of their fears,
But will always, always keep it clear that they wont stop fighting even if its with a
tear.