The Poppy. I am not a badge of honour.
I am not a badge of honour,
I am not a racist smear,
I am not a fashion statement,
To be worn but once a year,
I am not glorification
Of conflict or of war.
I am not a paper ornament
A token,
I am more.
I am a loving memory,
Of a father or a son,
A permanent reminder
Of each and every one.
I’m paper or enamel
I’m old or shining new,
I’m a way of saying thank you,
To every one of you.
I am a simple poppy
A Reminder to you all,
That courage faith and honour,
Will stand where heroes fall.
Paul Hunter 2014
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Thank you shadow….a lovely poem for those who gave their lives for us. I just bought a lovely cross to wear with the poppy in the center as I buy lots of poppies every year.
Thanks for your comment Tans. I know you will wear your cross with pride. 🙂 xx
That’s very beautiful…thank-you. We should all remember the sacrifice.
I couldn’t agree with you more fernmeadow. Thank you for your comment. 🙂
Lovely sentiments, Shadow
Many thanks stranger Way lol. I thought you would like the poem. 🙂
lovely poem in memory of all brave men
Very true powderpuff. Everyone of then are/were brave men. Thank you for passing by and leaving a comment. 🙂
Thanks Shadow for posting a poem that should be heeded.
I hope people will heed the poem Gael, Some will, some wont that’s life i quess. Thank you for your comment. 🙂
Great poem. I first heard it on Spotify recited by an Australian chap on an album entitled Remembrance. Poems are recited by Alan Jones. It is predominantly ANZAC themed. Well worth a listen.