Dear Editor:
How can you find a way to really remember this day?
Pinning on a poppy is not difficult enough
For if you really truly set your mind
On the very true bleeding Sacrifice,
That this tiny poppy of red, represents
Then it should really hurt!
Why?
In Flanders where men fought and fell out in the fields
Where the poppies grew everywhere
And when the men fell
They grasped for help ,
And so in their cold dead hands
Were found the crushed and mangled dry remains
Of their very last treasure – a poppy
Now can’t you see this lone poppy
As a truly loving reminder
Of that cold and lonely soldier
Of that soldier who died for you?
Sytske Drijber,
Rockwood