This year was the 100th anniversary of the end of the first world war, here in the UK we sell Poppies to help those who lost family during the conflict [me included] so I decided to write a poem about the people who spend their time voluntarily sell Poppies,
Hope you like it.
By Barrie Cordingley
Would you like to buy a Poppy dear, I heard the vendor say,
As I wandered round the shops, on that cold November day,
Come on buy a Poppy love, remember those who fell,
While fighting for our freedom, on the battlefields of hell,
Remember all those fine young men, from every walk of life,
Who proudly volunteered to go, and ease our countries strife,
In the trenches of the Somme, Ypres and Verdun,
Many thousands lost their lives, in the war against the Hun,
It`s not a lot to ask, for the price they had to pay,
So please, please, buy a Poppy dear, remember them today.
Would you care to buy a Poppy dear, the vendor asked again,
As she huddled in a doorway, and sheltered from the rain,
Come on, buy a Poppy love, you`ll feel better if you do,
Show that you appreciate, what they sacrificed for you,
So I made a small donation, then continued on my way,
But before I fell asleep that night, I closed my eyes to pray,
God bless those brave young men, who`s was not to reason why,
But just to do their duty, but just to do or die,
So next time your life seems perfect, and one long round of fun,
Remember the young men that died on the Somme, Ypres and Verdun.
LEST WE FORGET.