Poppies
The meadows were full of scented flowers,
that grew and rose for the sun and showers,
there was one flower that was the reddest
and most beautiful of all,
wild, brave and smiled and waved in the wind,
a red blanket for all to adore
the poppy's sojourn was short
they stood strong in all their glory.
Patriotic and staid,
the wild poppies.
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