Poppies so red in
fields so green,
The grass so tall the graves can't be seen.
Explosions amid the fields afar,
Soldiers wishing on a star.
Instead of killing, fighting and war
They think of their families and so much more.
Regret fills their heart, their mind and their soul
When they think of other lives that they stole.
Worried, upset families back home,
Think of the soldiers that fight in the loam.
Fight for their family, their friends and country,
Fight to have peace and fight to be free.
Fields so green and poppies so red
Remind us of soldiers, now long dead.
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