Remembrance Day Poem
Poppies swaying in the wind as painful soldiers all around,
Blood stained grass upon the ground,
Screaming victims collapse in pain,
As in comes the bullet rain.
Our heroes take upon the fight,
All day, noon and across the night,
Innocent soldiers who have suffered death,
Finally take their one last breath.
Poppies swaying in the wind,
Our country is also proud,
As we gather to remember,
The 11th November!
Lucy (Year 6)