"They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old. At the going down of the sun, and in the evening, we shall remember them."
God save the King.
Slava Ukraini.
Poppies, a villanelle
The poppies grow where blood once fell;
Scarlet, their coats in brave array,
Remind us of those years of hell.
Ravaged the scene, where once did dwell
The peaceful farmer day by day;
The poppies grow where blood once fell.
Ravaged and torn by shot and shell;
A landscape torn in shades of grey
Remind us of those years of hell
And in the church the single bell
Tolling the cost of this affray;
The poppies grow where blood once fell.
In hope, for a better world they sell
Young lives, a bitter price to pay;
Remind us of those years of hell.
For those too numerous to tell
Respect for sacrifice this day;
The poppies grow where blood once fell
Reminding of those years of hell.
