The Poppies

They say that poppies grow over dead bodies,

This is because for poppies to grow,

The ground must be disturbed,

It only makes sense then that these flowers grow on the lands of Europe,

Where young men and women died in two conflicts that shook the whole world.

No family was left unscarred,

And no family will ever forget,

Those that fought,

So the poppies could grow.

Someone in a community I’m in asked us all to post a picture of a poppy on Armistice Day. I felt weird posting a photo I didn’t take, so instead I wrote this poem, which they seemed very appreciative of.