One Seed
Just one seed, one in millions that fell to the ground long ago
I am just one seed that will never return home
I lay here now as this is my home
With every year that passes you still see me grow.
I am one of the many that went to fight a war
So young and brave, it was our duty
So many of us joined ranks and stood strong,
The day I fell in the fields so far away is now my grave.
Now every year we return to these fields
Just seeds that grow, once again brothers in arms
Friend and foe to show we are here
We are the poppies you see, red flowers in the summer glow.
Never forget us, don’t feel sad, we are young, strong and brave
We are the soldiers that went off to the Great War
We are your family and friends, now poppies
Standing again in the summer breeze to salute those that were so brave
George Potten
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