Remembrance
The poppy reef stood proud and bold in the church window. Twigs intertwined twisted and bendy like the trenches long lasting forever going.
The twigs were brown and dull just like the trenches.
Poppies collided as they were jammed packed together like the poppies in the field blowing in the wind.
Deep red, cold black and dull green. Standing red for the blood, green for the fields and the black for the dead.
The poppies still stand proud just as we stand proud for those who fought for us.
Lucy Class6