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.