Remembering Those Who Fell
War took so many, let’s never forget
Remembrance Day
Poppies gently sway,
Whispers of the brave who fell,
We remember well.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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