Blood Red Memories

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The blood soaked battlefields
Nourished by the life that our young men did bleed
Exploding into bloom, a blazing red
Enriched by the loss of our brightest young seed
A brighter red than any other bloom
But fleeting, and gone all too fast
Symbolic of life in it’s own demise
A token of hope to remember those who passed
Each flower a face
Wide open and fresh, no tracks of any tears
With a gentle nod remember
Keep their memory alive across the misty years
Sacrifices made, prices paid
Lives used as currency to honour a debt
Those lost, husbands, fathers and sons
A cost too high, we must never forget

Billy 08/11/2015

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