A little red poppy rose from the soil ...
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In brave salute of the soldiers’ toil,
A little poppy yet one coloured so red:
Symbol of the blood they had shed.
Now at rest where life had once been
Our silent sons in fields of green,
While we who wait far across the sea
Shall hold them near in memory.
A little red poppy and yet one no more
For now they number by the score,
As a flag unfurls above each gallant lad
They comfort those of heart so sad.
& should you search for where they lie
Do not despair with tearful sigh,
A little red poppy will guide your way
To the place where you shall pray.
So when you wear a red poppy .. wear it with pride
In memory of those loved ones who died,
For a promise was made to the heart’s saddened toil
When a little red poppy rose from the soil!
- c.Australian Poet Maggie May Gordon