A poem to make people remember the sacrifices of those who served the nation, and the meaning of the poppy. A “name” is tall.Still silent cast.The holy “veil”.Of an aged past. This, the sign..The medal we gave.A “solid stone”.To all we save. But tears will fall.Yes think and pray.A “last stand post”Is made a day.. With a tiny flower.In every placeThe mask of agesTo a sacred face But at least below..A soul is brave.In “holy record”.“long lost gra…
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