This moral role,
to nod your head,
to agree and conform,
to proudly wear red.
A poppy,
for all it is worth,
for all the modernity,
for all the new birth,
and not be of nostalgia,
nor be of tradition,
and not to be used for ammunition.
But because you have pride,
because they were denied,
their old age.
Forever young,
a
name
on
a page,
of history,
of His story.
The Soldier.
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THANKS GENE ~ Nice tribute to the POPPY and the fallen and wounded in Battle it commemorates. They died that we might live ! BRIAN ~ Please check my poems ~ B
Thank you Brian😀
Wow a nice patriotic tribute to the soldier and I like the mention of poppies. Great creative rhyming here. Thumbs up.
U r most welcome to comment my latest poem too. Pls do.
Thank you for your kind words.
The poppy has had a tradition in medicine, war and politics for centuries. Nice tribute.
Thank you very much for reading and taking the time to reply.
Such a good write!
Thank you very much, I appreciate your reply
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