Poppies

As I pass along the street

I give smile to all I meet,

But looking round a sight I see

Of poppies smiling back at me.

They’re growing wild among the grass

And lift my spirit as I pass

They dance and tremble in the wind

Waving to me as their friend

So gay and lovely do they seem

Beneath a tree or by a stream

Such a bright and wondrous red

Paying homage to the dead.

Every springtime, year by year

They continue to appear,

Let them never fail to cheer us,

Let them be forever near us!