The Poppy

It’s petals as glossy as silk,
Radiant red each flower tinged with pain and sadness.
Elegant and proud it stands tall in Flanders Fields.
Beautiful but yet so many painful memories.
It’s velvet touch softens the sorrow we feel……

The above was written by my eldest daughter in school today. Very proud of her.

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