The Poppy – Anzac Day
2016
If I were a poppy, tall, red and proud,
Plucked from a small tuft of land,
I would wish
To be the one,
To grace the distant shores
Where men and women gather,
In memorial and celebration,
Of those small moments
Which made the difference,
By laying that one poppy
It’s black, keen eye open towards the morning sunshine,
In remembrance.
No comments:
Post a Comment