Remember

One day to remember the good and the brave,
To those heroes whose only reward was a grave.
As so many gave some, but then some gave their all.
At the start of their day, no one thought they would fall.

Their names set in stone on the cenotaphs side,
It was war drenched in blood where all innocence died.
As the soldiers stopped talking, their actions screamed loud
And the ones left behind stand the fallen so proud.

Though some soldiers returned many stayed in the fields
Where their brothers fell down, so their wounds never healed.
Wear your poppy, so small, but please wear it with pride
To remember each soldier, and why they have died.