THE
RED POPPY
DEDICATED TO FREDRICK THOMAS DOMONEY
FOR ALL
THE WORK HE DONE FOR THE BRITISH LEGION
I saw a big red Poppy,
My
imagination just run wild.
It could be the rosy red cheek,
Of a
boisterous, playful child.
Maybe it is an umbrella,
For a cheerful
little elf.
Could it just be waiting,
For me to put upon my
shelf.
This poppy is the life giving food,
Of a very busy
visiting bee.
As it gently sways in the summer breeze,
I will leave it for
others to see.
It's beauty is too precious to pick,
I will just let it
quietly grow.
Then spread it's tiny seedling,
Next spring will
bring a whole new row.