STOP and think on this November day,


Of all those who on our behalf gave their lives away.


‘Tis the greatest gift one could give allowing others to live.


So as you hold a poppy in your hand,


Do you really understand the valour of what it means,


The sacrifice and their lost dreams. 


Some so young, in their prime,


Tears of a mother’s, of loved ones left behind. 


Tears that never go away,


Remembered every day as we give thanks with a poppy,


Red to our glorious dead,


On this November Day.


GK (address supplied)