December 01, 2023 1 min read

This poem for Remembrance Day was composed by the son of a member. Unfortunately due to an oversight it was omitted from the November Progress.

The Poppy

I rise above the rest,

My blood red petals,

Mimic that of the fallen beneath me.

We stand row upon row,

Unmoving, on parade.

Stems small, young, yet strong.

We do not waver.

Single eye of black,

Stares solemnly ahead

Uncaring. Cold.

Ugly blot amidst beauty.

- Michael

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