Another; A small boy’s voice, Floats by on the air, Dad, what are those flowers Now that everyone wears. Sit you down my young man, Its time you should know, Of all those that fell, Where the poppies do grow. It’s for people long gone, Who we no longer see, They stood in harm’s way, To protect you n me. It’s worn to remember, Not just that they fell, Don’t let it happen again, Is the story it tells.