This poem is to remember the people who fought for us in all the wars and are still fighting for us now.
Remembrance Day
in flanders field poppies grow
layer on layer
row on row
I will fight to my death
I will not choose my fate
the sight of poppies calm me
but not as much as to survive
I will fight and hopefully live
in flanders field some lay dead
they saw dawn
felt the sun
and now they lie in flanders field
i will not stop while poppies grow in flanders field
row on row