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POPPY DAY A Poem of Remembrance

by Cyril Frederick Perkins

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Contributed by 
Cyril Frederick Perkins
People in story: 
For you all
Location of story: 
written in England post war
Background to story: 
Civilian
Article ID: 
A8939785
Contributed on: 
29 January 2006

A million blood red poppies fell slowly to the floor
And I heard a million voices that I had heard before
Calling from a foreign field, the earth, the sea, the sky
Telling all the story of why they had to die.

Liberty and freedom, motherland and home
These are words to cherish but the dead lie deathly prone.
Have we learned the lesson, all they gave was it in vain?
Is this a better world we live in built upon their pain?

A million blood red poppies, remember them and pray
They gave their tomorrow that we might have this day
We must strive to greater effort for peace and goodwill to reign
Never should one single poppy fall to the floor again.

CYRIL FREDERICK PERKINS

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