Red poppies grow where soldiers lay,
They fought for peace so we could play.
They left their homes, their friends, their town,
So others wouldn’t be knocked down.

The sky was dark, the world was scared,
But still they fought because they cared.
They dreamed of days when war would end,
And every foe could be a friend.

Now every year, we stop and stand,
With poppies held in every hand.
Two minutes still — no sound, no word —
Just quiet hearts, their courage heard.

We won’t forget what they have done,
They fought so we could see the sun.
And when we live in peace each day,
We thank them in our own small way.