Poppy Poems WW1
Threads of Crimson Threads of crimson through the grey,Fields where fallen heroes lay.Echoes of a battle’s cry,Underneath a somber sky.Poppies bloom where tears have dried,Silent sentries, side by side.Each a marker of the lost,Borne by freedom’s hefty cost.War’s refrain, both harsh and long,In these blooms, their spirits throng.Peace now holds where poppies sway,Guardians of the…