A tribute to the fallen... Lest we Forget

As the dust settles upon Flanders fields
Nothing but the sight of blood red Poppys swaying in the gentle breeze
Tears well in their eyes,
They remember their fallen comrades, fathers, sons and brothers
They remember all those who were once forgotten

As the flag is raised
They raise their hands to their hearts
They sing the national anthem with pride as they once did
They stand in silence to give respect
Respect for those who have died so that they could live to see another day

As the ceremony comes to a close
One lonely soldier walks towards the cenotaph
He reaches to his Jacket and removes his poppy
He places it upon the steps

He remembers the war
It haunts him still at nights
He remembers his fallen comrades
He remembers how tough it was
He knows he is lucky to be alive

That single poppy laid by that one soldier
Is a remembrance of those who died
Those who died for freedom, peace and for the love of their nation
They stood tall and fell hard upon the poppy fields
They are the ANZACS.