A Poem on a Poppy
As we approach the 11th November and the act of Remembrance on Sunday 9th, I came across a poem written by a gentleman named Paul Hunter. He has come up with a thought-provoking poem about the poppy. As an ex-serviceman, it has struck a tune with me.
It is as follows:
I am not a badge of honour,
I am not a racist smear,
I am not a fashion statement to be worn but once a year
I am not glorification of conflict or of war
I am not a paper ornament or a token,
I am more.
I am a loving memory of a father or son,
A mother, a sister or daughter each and every one.
I am paper or enamel,
I am old or shining new,
I am a way of saying thank you,
To every one of you.
I am a single poppy, a reminder to you all,
That courage, faith and honour will stand where heroes fall